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“The already strange case of Annabelle Merriwether has taken another unusual turn.” The newswoman on the tv said. “As our viewers may recall the former high school teacher was let go after her secret double life as the clown dominatrix Ms. Merry Weather was exposed, along with her BDSM relationship with her former student. Now it seems she’s planning on turning controversy into profit. Merriweather will open a combination funhouse and BDSM dungeon on the site of the former Curlytom’s Amusement Park…” Patricia shut off her friend’s television. “Back to reality, Babe,” she teased. Lynn stuck her tongue out. “Reality’s not worth returning to. I prefer fantasy.” “I’m sure you do.” Lynn shook her head. Patricia was just too practical to understand her fantasies. No one understood her fantasies. Except maybe Merry Weather. A clown dominatrix. That was what she craved. Her two naughtiest fantasies made painted flesh. The pretty, lean brunette caught herself before she let her arousal show.

Once upon a time in the bustling city of Metroville, there stood a grand and towering skyscraper known as Silver Heights. It was a beacon of modern architecture, with gleaming glass windows reflecting the vibrant city below. At its heart lay a state-of-the-art elevator, known simply as Elevator 23. What no one knew was that Elevator 23 held a remarkable secret—it had once been a lively and curious little girl named Emily. Emily had always been fascinated by the mechanics of elevators, the way they moved effortlessly between floors and transported people to new heights. One fateful day, while exploring the depths of Silver Heights with her father, a renowned engineer, she stumbled upon a hidden room filled with mysterious artifacts. Among them was an ancient amulet adorned with intricate symbols. As Emily reached out to touch it, a brilliant flash of light enveloped her, and in an instant, she was transformed into Elevator 23. As the years passed and Silver Heights continued to thrive,

Summary: Kenta goes on a shopping trip with Way and his nephew Martin, and realizes that even with everything he's been through, maybe he finally has people he can call his family after all. After so long coping with his circumstances by clinging to false beliefs, Kenta’s therapist had told him he might find it helpful to think of things that were undeniably true when he felt lost. He still wasn’t too keen on the sessions Pete insisted he attend every Thursday, and had managed to get them switched to being virtual, for now at least. The advice had seemed almost condescending at first, as she told him basic things to start with- the sun would rise each morning. The moon would wax and wane. Then she’d told him more personal truths that of course he agreed with- the people who called themselves his friends and family deserved to be safe and happy. It was good that the Chen Foundation had been exposed for harming children and couldn’t do so any longer. Then, things that were difficult to

Castle Dimitrescu, 8:38 PM In the mystical and eerie land of Wysteria, the imposing castle of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu stood tall, shrouded in shadows and mystery. Known for her enigmatic allure and uncanny powers, Lady Dimitrescu was a figure of both fear and fascination in the realm. One day, a peculiar set of invitations arrived at the doorsteps of five extraordinary individuals from different worlds. Yor Forger, a skilled blacksmith with a heart of gold, received the first invitation. Next was Eda Clawthorne, a powerful witch with a penchant for trouble. Then came Android 18, a cybernetic warrior with a past she couldn't remember. Helen Parr, also known as Elastigirl, received an invitation as well, her stretchy abilities making her an invaluable superhero. Finally, Hinata Hyuga, a talented ninja with a gentle spirit, completed the list of invitees. Each one of them puzzled by the mysterious invitation, the five individuals decided to accept the strange request and embarked on a journey to Wysteria. Upon their arrival at the castle, Lady Dimitrescu welcomed them with an air of elegance, her imposing presence captivating the guests. ''Ah, welcome everyone. I thank you all kindly for coming, I'm sure you're all wondering about the special occasion. Let's talk more inside, make yourselves at home, if you please.'' She would say with her usual ladylike attitude while hiding her malice with such expertise. "Yeah, that's definitely not setting the mood.." 18 muttered, sensing bad vibes already with this creepy place. She only agreed to be here because Bulma and Chi-Chi were off doing their own thing and boredom was not her strong suit. "Let's just stay on our toes everyone. There's no telling what she is capable of bringing us all the way out here so be careful." Helen's superhero instincts kicked in as this wouldn't be the first a laid out trap has caught up with Elastigirl. "O-Oh my.. her home is so delicate and classical. Yet, I sense a rather ominous flow of chakra with her." Hinata pointed out admiring Alcina's home. Hinata would certainly prove to be the most angelic of the bunch despite the dark mood and grueling setting of stepping foot in someone's domain. A vampire, a ninja, an android, an assassin, a witch and a superhero: certainly the most interesting and intimidating bunch of people who would be quite a blessing or a curse to run into. But they did in fact have ONE thing in common with each other, they are all fantastic and voluptuous mothers to at least one child. ''Oh, I wonder if the kitchen is as big too, maybe I could cooking us a new recipe I'm working.'' Yor forger would exclaim while following the others around. Although her recipe probably couldn't even be consumed by the undead roaming around the castle. ''Whistle I like the atmosphere. It brings me back to that goth phase I had in my youth. Ahh, good times.'' The owl lady herself would say to herself while riding her palisman Owlbert. ''Now now, settle down everyone. I promise it'll be worth your time.'' Dimitrescu said while leading everyone to a table. ''I just discovered this interesting game played with a bottle, invented by those modern man filths. Maybe some of you have heard it before, hm?'’ "Oh! You mean, spin the bottle?" Hinata pointed out trying to bring some positive light. "It's very common to everyone nowadays." The way this giant vampiric entity phrased the word human as a 'man thing' was quite odd. "Yeah, I would imagine how many people have not heard of it. Much less play it. So what about it?" 18 remembered just how childish yet fun one of Bulma's girls' nights can be. "So I'm guessing the six of us are going to be in for a treat then? What's the catch?" Helen raised her eyebrows way up at Alcina. Ignoring Yor's idea of cooking something would probably be the best for everyone seeing as that terrible display could be mistaken for a creative way to do away with her enemies. Alcina Dimitrescu chuckled softly, her regal and composed demeanor unwavering. "Yes, you guessed it right, dear Helen. We shall play spin the bottle, a delightful game of chance and curiosity. But the catch is a little intriguing.'' She would exclaim with a small cackle before continuing. ''When the bottle points at someone, that person gets to fart on whoever is sitting across from them. But, whoever gets farted on three times, has to become the fart slave of the last person who gassed them. Does that sound simple enough?'' Dimitrescu asked with a small underlying tone of malice behind her words. Perhaps the whole reason she was orchestrating all this was to have a personal fart slave for her needs. ''A-A fart slave? But doesn't that sound a bit-'' Yor would show her clear uncertainty before being cut off by a certain witch from the Demon Realm. ''Exciting, right? You just invited me after I had some of Luz's weird human food and I was having a stomach ache all day! I'm totally down for this!'' Eda said with enthusiasm. It didn't seem like she was bothered by the idea of losing and being a fart slave herself. "O-Oh dear.." Hinata had quite some mixed feelings about this: on the one hand, she was quite known to be the most devastating farter in her village to the point where even the likes of Sakura or Lady Tsunade are impressed by such untapped power! Though being a fart slave or even having one of her own, brought up some rather.. interesting scenarios on its own as even the Hyuga Princess was bound to get dirty. "Well at least one of us seems confident in themselves." Helen rolled her eyes at Eda being so carefree and reckless about something as gross as this. Although... "But I don't think any of us plan on going down easy if we take part in this." "What's the prize for being the last one standing? As gross as the risk may be, I didn't come all out here just to sniff anyone's crack.." 18 stated as she was quite the prize fighter, literally speaking but she did have every right to feel disgusted. ''A prize? Hmm, I suppose having a whole harem of fart slaves for myself- I mean for the winner, does sound like a good deal. But I'm sure you all have ideas of your own..~'' Dimitrescu said, correcting herself mid-sentence. ''Hah, in your dreams bloodsucker. Luck is something I have plenty of!'' Eda responded while lightly elbowing Yor as if to get her riled up. ''Well if everyone else is okay with it, I suppose I shall partake in it myself too.'' The assassin said while looking down, her stomach churning loudly. "Fine. Anything to pass the time and I might just get lucky all things considered." 18 smacked her own booty, meaning that she accepted the terms of this so-called game. "Just don't expect me to pull any punches." "I-I suppose this could be fun, though having to smell each other's gas is quite unorthodox for meeting new people. But I won't run from this!" Hinata grew some confidence in her to push forward. "All right Alcina, you got yourself a game. Hope no one here is a sore loser cause we're gonna make the walls shake when we're done. No offense." She looked back at the vampire milf. “Oh, none taken my dear. I admire the bravery you all display here.. a pity that you'll have to endure the wrath of my digestive tract: one morsel at a time.” And with that set in stone, introductions to each other were made and lives were about to change forever: so let the games begin! "Sorry girl, nothing personal." Helen smiled as she grew her butt a smidge and stretched it to #18 before letting all that air out. PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! "Ugh! What the hell?!" She coughed, not only because of the smell but going through this first. "Just how the hell do you stink so bad?" For the sake of not destroying the place, Helen kept herself at relatively human size considering the competition… then again, with Alcina taking up much of the space in this room; it's hard not to notice. "Having three kids and superpowers will do that to ya." Helen answered before finishing up her dose of butt bombs all over #18. ''Booyah! That's what I'm talking about!'' Eda would raise her arms as she celebrated her victory before turning to look at Yor with a smirk, causing the assassin's eyes to widen. ''Sorry about this dollface, human food really does a number on my stomach. Try not to choke.'' She exclaimed as she just shoved her face under her robes. Yor could already notice the change in atmosphere, the trapped gas was still lingering around, causing the assassin to scrunch her face at the smell. But it only got worse when the owl lady let out some fresh ones for her. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Eda's release alternated between being a soft puff of gas and being a roaring windstorm of a fart, carrying an utterly terrible odor that struck Yor's nose with that a stench of digested Mexican food and unwashed sweaty ass. ''That's how you do it! I would like to see you girls top that one!'' She would say after getting up from Yor's face, who looked a bit dizzy to say the least. "Oh? So it's my turn huh?" 18 laid out a sinister smile knowing just how much karma is coming back to bite a certain someone. "Yep, should've seen this coming." Helen figured that 18 would not take being the first one being gassed up very lightly before having the Android wrap her legs around that elastic neck of hers. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! Being an artificial human (cyborg), 18 had several advantages compared to the average bunch: one such thing was having infinite energy reserves. "Ahhh, there we go.. That felt good actually." 18 shrugged her shoulders as she quickly adjusted to having fun, after all. ‘If I make it back in one piece, I should use this on Krillin sometime..’ ''Hmmm, about time. I was growing tired of waiting.'' Dimitrescu exclaimed while looking at her sharp nails. She turned her gaze towards Eda, who had a visible bead of sweat roll down her forehead. She stomped her way over Eda, each step causing her enormous behind to jiggle and shake. She slowly turned around, casting a menacing shadow over Eda. ''Aww shucks...'' Was the last thing the owl lady could utter before her whole body disappeared under the tall vampire's cheeks. Dimitrescu didn't bother making a soft landing either, simply letting her heavyweight crush this annoying witch into next week. But the best part was still yet to come... PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Her release came out as an absolutely deafening thunderclap that pretty much instantly filled Eda's cheeks with their fetid miasma of stink. If Eda wasn't absorbing most of the impact, Dimitrescu might as well just destroyed her living room with that one. The taste of rotten raw meat made itself pretty evident, blasting itself down the owl lady's maw without her even needing to swallow. Some of the gas would somehow escape despite the vampire farting directly in her mouth. Unfortunately for Eda though, every bit of that gas would just be dutch ovened by Dimitrescu's robes, effectively worsening the state of the lady's already unhygienic rear by causing it to sweat even more. While Alcina was busy making Eda struggle underneath the crippling weight of her being, 18 got off and at the very least allowed Elastigirl to breathe. But not before picking a new fresh target in mind... she'd save the cute one later~ "You." 18 charged at Yor with such speed and strength to keep her down for the count. "Hope you're a lot tougher than you look. I don't want to accidentally send you to Other World." 18 pointed her ass at Miss Forger, firing rapid fire bursts of gas directly towards her nostrils, the sweaty smog of fresh panties growing hotter than a foggy afternoon as the assassin was getting a taste of some serious hefty booty right about now! Hopefully no one here will end up being a contracted target at the wrath of the Thorn Princess… Yor was a little worried about Eda's well being right now. Dimitrescu didn't seem like she was going easy on her the slightest and that butt drop sounded rather rough. But her attention was shifted towards something else as she heard 18's voice. ''H-Huh me?'' Yor gulped nervously, feeling a mix of fear and dread welling up inside her. She could sense the immense power and confidence exuding from Android 18 as she flew towards her with immense speed before pinning her down with her cushy jean clad ass. The previous releases of 18 was evident in her jeans, making her think she might as well actually be sent to the thought of being sent to another World, whatever that might be, only added to her anxiety. 18's fart felt akin to a nuclear explosion going on, her ass was roaring with such fury that her skull rattled from the force of the fart. She could feel her ears to ever-so-slightly start ringing, making Yor even dizzier after inhaling her putrid miasma. ''A-Ah... How putrid...'' She muttered out as she tried to regain her balance. The game had been going on for a while and Yor had been gassed two times already! She knew one thing, if she would get a turn, she wasn't gonna hold back at all, no matter who it would be. Now came the most daunting question into this supposed harmless game of Spin the Bottle: who would be brave enough or have the luck of the draw to fart on the hostess here? That: would be Hinata Hyuga. To most individuals, she wouldn't have much competition in her wake but Alcina Dimitrescu was in a whole new league itself! "S-sorry in advance for this Alcina. But I don't want to stand by and regret it later." Hinata used her ninja skills to scurry up her figure and suffocate the vampire with bowls of ramen, rotten eggs, beef and broccoli. Basically making her gut a massive pain to swallow down before going back to her seat quickly..! Not wanting to fuck around and find out~ ''Don't you dare- MMPH!'' In one swift motion, Hinata leaped into the air & sat on the tall lady's face. Due to her size, Hinata was practically looking down on everyone thanks to the leverage Dimitrescu provided. Contrary to her looks, Hinata's rear sounded like a freight train smelled absolutely horrible. Enough to cause discomfort to the tall vampire. Thankfully the shy ninja got up pretty quickly to return back to her seat, not wanting to face the wrath of the game's host. ''Ugh, normally I would chop off your neck for such a dreadful thing.. but it would be rude of me to not act as a fair host. I shall have you all underneath my rear soon enough...'' Dimitrescu would ominously say as she begrudgingly let Hinata taking a seat upon her face slide... for now. "Oh gosh.. hope that wasn't too loud for everyone..” GRUMBLE "O-Oh, I wasn't expecting to land on you, miss Hinata. Forgive me but... I won't hold back on you." Yor keeping true to her earlier promise to herself, she walked towards Hinata and proceeded to turn around, giving her the sight of her sweaty nylon clad ass. She sat down, burying the ninja girl under a sea of ass fat. She didn't have the chance to give her pants a proper wash so the aftermath of countless tiring assassinations had done a number on the fabric. There were various fart stains on it and it was quite damp, practically waterboarding the poor girl below. BwwOooOORRRRRMmmbBLRRRRRRRpt~! A decently strong, beefy, bubbly fart escaped her cheeks, echoing within the confines of Hinata's mouth, coating her tongue in her stank. Despite being weakened and muffled by layers of clothing, it still had a very strong, earthy and nasty taste to it, as well as mixed with a mild, sickly sweet flavor that’s reminiscent of a doughy and fluffy texture. "Phew, what a relief..." Yor would say with a sigh as she got up, visible gas still rising from Hinata's mouth. Hinata knew that going into this battle of chance, she wasn't going to get off easy. As the most recent person around the neighborhood to be a ‘classified’ mom of one, Yor was certainly no pushover! Her gas could easily clear out an entire either on cue or by complete accident but that goes to show anyone who meets her will be facing an unpleasant death. The ungodly smell of Yor could easily kill her and the others if she got serious, add in her terrible cooking and not even Lady D or 18 could keep cool. "Uuuuhhhh..." "If I'm being honest, seeing someone like you among the rest of us girls is bewildering; and I've met stranger people from all the stuff I've been through. So don't take anything personal alright?" Helen would wrap Eda like a snake and try to close her mouth before she got anything snarky or perverted to say about such stretchy cheeks. "Whoa now, stretching. How kinky-mmph!" The owl lady's teasings would quickly get silenced once Helen wrapped herself around her, shutting that loud mouth of hers with her elastic ass. Eda could tell that Helen wasn't keeping a good care of her suit either. The taste, the sweaty feeling of the fabric, Eda probably tasted troll arm pits that tasted better (don't ask about that, it's a long story) And her fart, it was quite air but had a wet aspect to it too. It quickly filled the witch's cheeks and forced her to swallow the disgusting emissions. Once her mouth had been freed, she attempted to voice another joke but all that came out of her mouth was a rancid burp smelling like Helen's cooking. "Urp! Scuse me..” Filling Eda Clawthorne like a balloon seemed a little too simple but if it keeps her from fighting back then it's effective. "Glad I'm not on the receiving end of that." 18 shudders in relief as her luck suddenly turned around being the first one to taste rank ass from the start. "Oh, would you look at that? It seems I get to return the favor #18" Yor exclaimed with a smirk as she elegantly made her way towards the Android. She would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to this. With a new surge of adrenaline surging through her veins. She jumped up, almost crashing her head against the ceiling before coming down upon the android's face like a meteor. CRASH!! Her titanic rear would roughly land on the blonde's face, sending ripples through her cheeks while she got comfortable. Luckily it didn't cause any significant damage to her spine, 18 was quite durable thankfully. Although for what was about to happen next, the same thing couldn't be said for her taste buds. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT It was hard to believe this was a fart. A forty second baritone of explosion bellowed out of the assassin's disastrous ass. Gas would spill from every direction as they erupted from her bioweapon of an ass. Within the first second, 18's mouth would be drowned by the absolute gassy bombardment of Yor's treacherous stink. Even the rest of the girls would watch in astonishment as the whole room started to rock with a mighty tremor, making it seem like there was an earthquake going on. You made sure 18's mouth would be subjected to a taste that should not be tasted by any living creature under no circumstances. The taste of a bottomless swamp of sewage that had been farted on by 100 skunks for years to come would begin to take over her taste buds, all the previous farts that came before this wouldn't even be comparable even when combined together. Once her seemingly endless fart would come to an unavoidable end, Yor would stand back up and give herself a good stretch. ''Huff! What a relief! I apologize if it was too much for you, it seems like I was the one who sent you to another world miss Lazuli~'' Yor said playfully while fanning some of the lingering stench out of her rear. Some trail of horrific onara miasma was still coming out of her jiggling backside. Android 18's worst experience was by far being kidnapped via experimental means or being hunted by a monster meant for ultimate power at the cost of the Earth! But this?! There were no words to describe just how lethal Yor Forger was, as if she could possibly pass as a regular human being; not with that much stink in her! "I feel your pain.. I hope she's okay.." Hinata shivered, feeling the need to pity Android 18 as it wasn't too long ago that the Hyuga Clan's Princess was suffering under the suffocating weight of Yor, thankfully she wasn't Alcina… "My apologies Eda.. after witnessing what 18 and I had to endure because of her, I hope you can forgive me.." Hinata bowed before putting the owl Lady to sleep. The best way to do that? Hinata would proceed to pull down her pants and panties forcing Eda to get attached to her butt all over her face before letting out so much stored gas in her that everyone would definitely be shocked over such a meek girl being this rank! ''Huh? You know I think we can just skip that part, how about I just surrender and we call it a day? Ah, guess not...'' Eda would say with a nervous smile as she watched Hinata undress, taking off her pants and underwear to expose her jiggling pale ass in all its glory. Eda felt a little bummed out, mainly because she was looking forward to having a fart slave of her own. But as fate would have it, she was the first one to be turned into one! Nevertheless, she accepted her approaching fate with open arms, letting the shy gal's bare ass settle upon her face before emptying out a factory's worth of methane down her system, knocking the witch out cold. The rest of the girls watched the event unfold with curious looks, finally one of them ended up succumbing to fate, at the hands of Hinata no less. As Hinata nestled herself on her new slave's face to continue their game, they all gave each other a determined look. They all had one goal: WINNING! ''It's a shame that I wasn't the one to put that little birdie to sleep. Oh well, guess you'll have to do elastic one.'' Dimitrescu exclaimed coldly as she approached Helen, her steps shaking the ground once more. The giant vampire didn't acknowledge whatever the superhero had to say as she simply sat on her, effectively causing Helen to be squashed against the chair like in cartoons. Due to Dimitrescu being much larger than her, all that could be seen from an outside perspective was the very tips of her limbs sprawled out to the sides, the rest of her body all got squashed underneath the large posterior. The vampire's butt was large enough to pin down the superhero, her entire body reeked intently of hot, sweaty vampire musk. years worth of sweat and grime were evident in her panties, which looked like a thong in comparison to her colossal ass. As if Helen's discomfort couldn't get any worse, Dimitrescy's belly made a loud gurgling noise. What happened next was pretty much what everyone expected. BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBTTT a brassy, 30 seconds long fart blared out in Helen's face, weighing her down to the earth with her gas and weight, crushing the hero as flat as a pancake. After wiggling and grinding her ass a bit more, Dimitrescu got up. Surprisingly Helen followed, her elastic body had been squashed so flat that it ended up being stuck to the vampire's cheek! ''Hmmm as much as I wanna leave you there, you're still not eliminated yet. Fear not though, I have grand plans for you once you lose to me, dear Helen.'' Dimitrescu would say as she peeled Helen off her ass like a sticker, letting her wet body drop to the chair as she returned to her seat. "Blegh! Talk about ancient.." Helen cringed at how Alcina reeked too much for her tastes as something as undignified as her lack of hygiene when it comes to cleaning clothes left a really bad taste in her mouth. Then again, in a farting contest; being born with elastic powers was not a good way to go into this: creating so many things for people to abuse such gifts. "Ack... At this rate, I might be done for if SHE ends up getting the last laugh. I have to keep going..!" Helen wouldn't quit just yet. Android 18 picked her time to make her mark whilst Alcina was busy making a literal beanbag out of Helen, and with only two individuals left still standing in her way; Lazuli quickly choked Hinata with her artificial thighs robbing her of oxygen and forcing the Hyuga Princess to breathe in her smelly scent in order to survive! Once 18 felt bored, she would let Hinata go free until she passed out or surrendered. With that set in stone, now everyone besides Alcina Dimitrescu has two strikes at the moment; making the owner of this establishment the odds favorite. "Sometimes you gotta think smarter, not harder." 18 was proud of herself for not giving herself too much attention.. but the longer this game went on, the smell of fear and despair kicked in & defeat was not an option with this level of competition! ''Oh? Did I win again? So this makes it third, which means...'' She skipped over to 18, looking at 18's face with an excited grin. ''Lazuli-san is my fart slave now?'' She exclaimed while keeping her gaze focused on 18, much to the android's discomfort. ''That is correct, try not to get used to the feeling dear, I'll have you both underneath me in no time.'' Dimitrescu said while sipping her wine. With excitement Yor started pulling her pants down, practically having to peel them down from how sweaty she had gotten. Her gigantic ass would loom over the terrified magician's face, a few sweat droplets dropping into her face before she would slam down, sending her face into a place worse than hell. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPpPpPpppPPPPPPPPPPppppPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT She would release her very first fart on her brand new slave almost immediately after sitting down, not even giving her the slightest moment to get used to her new home. The fart lasted for about a minute and a half but it seemed like an eternity for the android below, as she was blasted with the odor of poorly digested sour potatoes, burned beef, expired puddings and other disgusting stuff that came from Yor's cooking. The rancid expulsion blew the android's blond hair wildly before it finally came to an end, leaving a lingering scent around her head to huff up. ''Alright! We can continue!'' Yor happily said atop of 18. She was seemingly a lot more enthusiastic about this contest now that she got a taste of using someone as a fart cushion. Hinata Hyuga was now terrified and for good reason, being stuck between a rock and a hard place might sound like heaven compared to who she was left with: Yor Forger and Alcina Dimitrescu, two deadly tooters who can not only match but easily surpass Hinata in the art of ripping ass at any time! Hopefully Lady luck would still have hope for her... Oh, and Helen too. "It's not over yet.. I won't be someone's seat without a fight.." Helen stood up to make a promise to Alcina. gggggggrrrrrrrgggggllllllnnnn… “Nngh…”, Hinata whimpered softly again, attempting to calm her gurgling belly with a few gentle strokes from her hands. She had done all that she possibly could with hopes to prevent this: abstaining from her beloved ramen, taking plenty of anti-gas pills, making sure to empty herself moments before she left… And yet somehow she could already sense her bowels loading up again, her seemingly bottomless capacity of her bowels filling and bloating up any place rapidly with untold amounts of flatulence. Unfortunately for Alcina Dimitrescu, it was all or nothing at this point!! "T-take this Alcina..! BYAKUGAN!!" She moaned with her fat butt in the vampire's mouth! 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Even while starting the day waking from her beautiful slumber, the sheer sound of something so ungodly in the possession of someone so heartwarming can be compared to the likes of a typhoon or the mass and volume behind such a fat rump like hers can make tuba players sound like mere kazoos, it can make truck drivers horns feel weak as the noise they make would not even be anywhere in comparison to the clapping of her pent-up raging asscheeks. Anyone who knows Hinata very well is aware that when she farts, the smell isn't all that makes it painfully obvious because they're loud as all hell from all that gas flapping against all that ass and what a fine, flapping, fuckable, fat ass it was! "Whew, talk about some serious spunk. Agh, the smell is definitely no joke.." Helen coughed greatly though she was glad not to take a mouthful. Dimitrescu found herself gagging at this insufferable stench that was Hinata's ass. The same smell of spoiled ramen would hit Dimiterscus's nostrils at a much closer range than before, now that Hinata didn't wear anything to block some of the stench. The shy girl even went as far as activating her byakugan, making her farts so strong that Dimitrescu found herself dropping to her knees, her tall body acting as a throne for the ninja girl until she would lift herself up. ''You... will regret that... I assure you...'' The vampire said between her deep breaths, letting out a small burp of gas as she looked at Hinata with hungry eyes, her desire to turn her into a cushion rising ever so slightly. Even Elastigirl had to admit that the odds were not looking grand for her, between a deadly assassin and a giant vampire; even if Helen could get rid of one of them, the other would have the perfect opportunity to strike them at their weakest. Plus, there's Hinata who would serve as the pacifist of the bunch unless fighting back was necessary. And so, with a difficult decision; Helen opted to bring down Hinata Hyuga... mostly to save her butt from a much worse fate in store. "Sorry about this ma'am, but for the sake of what's left of us I'll handle the rest from here." Helen Parr would offer her condolences before putting Hinata to sleep with her inflatable laughing gas. "All right, just two more to go..” Yor Forger was obviously a lot tougher than the other five gave her credit for, but with the most experience in combat under her belt; it meant that Helen would have to prepare for almost anything thrown at her. Seems that this assassin couldn’t handle the ass of an INCREDIBLE super, much less the smell of one~! Now it was Mano y Mano or in this case, mother to mommy~ "All right Alcina, just you and me now. No more holding back." Helen was ready for the final battle against the hostess in her own territory. “My my, it seems that my victory was to be expected after all. It was a predictable outcome yet, a very pleasing one nonetheless...'' She would say as she got up from her chair, walking toward the last remaining guest who was a few moments from becoming a slave like the rest. “I believe a nice cleaning should be in order, I feel awfully sweaty after all our fun. You wouldn't mind being my sweat rag, would you?'' She wouldn't wait for an answer, easily snatching Helen from the ground before bringing her closer to her face. She reached for her mouth and proceeded to yank out her tongue, the elastic woman's ability allowing her to stretch it as much as she desired. Without missing a beat, she just lifted her meaty arm to bring it closer to her steaming armpit. Without further ado, she just slammed it and began scrubbing it, picking up every sweat and grime residing there to the hero's tongue. Poor Helen couldn't do anything but watch as her tongue was subjected to the horrendous taste. She felt like heaving with all the rancid sweat on her tongue, feeling like her tongue was going to shrivel and fall off any moment! ''Eugh! It tastes tewwible! L-Leh go!'' Helen would say but she was powerless as her tongue was subjected to nearly every inch of the vampire's disgusting body. After her armpits were nicely cleaned, she moved on to her chest area, which was in a similarly dirty state. The vampire's cleavage was soaked with sweaty grime, causing Helen to struggle and wretch at the taste. Not paying any mind to her struggles, Alcina kept going on with her business, getting every nook and cranny residing in her titanic boobs for a good while before moving on to the next part. The heroine groaned in disgust as she watched the vampire kick off her shoes, letting a very cheesy and pungent smell fill the room. Her tongue was once again used as a rag, picking up possibly years worth of sweat and dirt from the lady's soles. Dimitrescu wasn't much of a fan of hygiene it seems and it showed, every inch Helen's part touched would take a slightly less darker color than the rest, making one question just how long had she gone on without getting a drop of water against her feet! After another traumatic experience, Dimitrescu's dirty soles were left somewhat clean. Same unfortunately couldn't be said for the heroine, who was still trying not to gag at the horrid taste on her tongue. Unfortunately for her, the worst part was just around the corner... The tall vampire bent over slightly, her enormous booty was made into an even better view as she did so, her sweet pale moons barely contained by a pair of measly black panties that were more like a thong with how much they were swallowed in her crack. Elastigirl could only watch in horror as her tongue was brought closer to the center, right around Dimitrescu's puckering hole that seemed to be big enough to be capable of swallowing an entire person whole. Naturally, her tongue was effortlessly slurped inside like a noodle. Helen's eyes would roll to the back of her skull, making pathetic whimpers as Dimitrescu began wiping her ass with her tongue. All the other parts of her body would pale in comparison to the absolutely horrific taste her ass had. Helen would be constantly gagging, hoping the slimy thing her tongue was touching was just dirt… Dimitrescu found herself being quite invested, going as far as using the poor woman's tongue like a piece of floss. She occasionally made sure to release some gas to spice things up, causing Helen's eyes to tear up even more. Eventually, she thought this foreplay was enough. She wanted to try the main thing before she could try the other girls as well. She let go of her tongue, letting it snap back into her mouth like a measuring tape. Helen was left to pitifully try to scrape off the unholy flavors coating her tongue while Alcina approached again. Before Helen could even properly recover from the absolute hell her tongue went through, Dimitrescu would suddenly jump. That's right, that 600 pound body of hers, leaving the ground before a shadow casted over Helen, her eyes widening with fear as the colossal ass slammed against her, squashing her as flat as paper. ''Phew, it seems I still got it. Time to see what kind of material you'll make...'' She would say as she rose up to her feet, looking down at the pathetic sight of Helen, her flat form having a look of fear while looking at the ceiling. She snatched her up from the ground before she got to work. She began pressing her body, her fingers working with professionalism as she began forming her body in any way she liked. Twisting and turning, just in a few minutes, Helen would be perfectly pressed into the form of panties, her horrified face staring up at the world. ''My oh my! Your new form looks quite charming Helen, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I give it a try. It's about time I changed out of these old things.'' She would say while tossing her old panties away. She stepped in either side of the holes in her body before pulling it up, forcing Helen's body to rise up in her legs. "Alcina! Don't you dare put me there! I-I'll do anything! Ah-" The former heroine would try to plead, but her words were silenced by hundreds of pounds of butt flesh, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as she was somehow able to smell. Dimitrescu was notorious for having one of if not the muskiest backside across all of Romania. Just standing behind her was enough to make someone's eyes water, something that Helen learned in their contest personally. That was nothing compared to being forced against it. The stench seemed to seep directly into her brain, putting her in a daze as she was forced to breathe it in. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPpPpPpppPPPPPPPPPPppppPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT She would let out a minute long, room shaking fart just as she put her on as if it was a welcome home gift. Helen groaned as the gas inflated her form slightly, some of the gas being trapped. Her world would become darkness as the vampire just wedged her panties between her cheeks and let her dress drop, removing the elastic girl from the outside eyes. "Hmmm, you're a little tight on the waist but you'll stretch out over time." Dimitrescu said nonchalantly, hiking up a leg before letting out a rancid sbd that would be trapped for Helen to huff up under her dress. As much as she wanted to spend time playing with her new panties however, she still had 4 more girls she needed to put in their place… “As for the rest of you, I suppose a few extra toys to break wouldn't hurt seeing as your silly game proved to be quite.. entertaining in an odd manner. I'll be sure to savor the experience, marking you all in the scent of my domain. You would be wise to feel grateful.” Alcina devilishly licked her lips, awaiting the twisted fun that awaits behind closed doors… After escaping the dreaded Castle Dimitrescu with their lives (as well as their sense of smell being tainted) intact, the five women would be granted an unexpected mercy from their vampiric hostess to return safely to their homes under the conditions that they would faithfully lend their services as fart cushions from now on: willingly or otherwise. During those seemingly endless nights drowning in the bowels of the wrathful Alcina, none have experienced what the true meaning of hell until they became enraptured in the rotten rectum of this voluptuous bloodsucking mistress~ Perhaps this was the beginning of a beautiful union in the making or maybe Alcina’s luck would strike gold and have new playthings at her disposal: even if she must do the daunting task of stepping out of her comfort quarter's and venture into the outside world. Epilogue: A few weeks later… A phone call between the Hyuga and Forger residence planted a powerful yet adorable friendship within the two as both individuals look the part of sweethearts worth protection yet could kill you with a glare, or in this case; possessing such deadly derrieres. As a result, the two of them had a nice chit chat, conversing over several topics: their background, lifestyle & even the aftermath of their… fancy soiree within the confines of Miss Dimitrescu. After ridding themselves of that godforsaken musk, they planned a little afternoon outing as Hinata and Yor would catch up & introduce themselves to their children at this special cafe: where reviews written there describe the customer service as chaotic as their delicious products. But with these two in the same room? Nothing for sure will remain dull… especially when Yor Forger takes a few things a bit too literally. As the Forgers awaited for their new friends to arrive, poor Anya didn't need any mind-reading to know that she was about to take the brunt of a lot of high-caffeinated farts! As if her mother wasn't toxic enough to handle… "Mmm, what a lovely seat... ah, don't slip away now, Anya! If it means anything, I'll be sure to get you a good chunk of ice cream with plenty of peanuts on top!” ‘Of course, I'll likely get a cone for myself too, and dairy does tend to impact my stomach quite a bit~’ As Hinata prepares for her friendly rendezvous with the lovely Yor Forger, she has to be sure to wash up (not just herself) but Himawari twice: the first being right now, and the second after this trip turns out to be a success and everyone wins in some way shape or fashion. But given Hinata's juggernaut figure as a married woman: having breasts the size of watermelons and hips the size of drumsticks, fitting into places would be hard indeed; much less breathing if you catch a whiff... 'Himawari, I hope you can forgive me for what's coming up later. Between meeting new faces and having my daughter s-sniffing up my booty, I'm not sure if I can handle the pressure..' What's crazier is that Himawari is literally handling Hinata's ‘weakest’ farts, Naruto and even Boruto have proven strong/stubborn enough to handle her heavyweight bombs with.. varied success seeing as they draw straws to contend within this stinky household Armageddon of the Uzumaki-Hyuga home! Perhaps their only daughter will inherit her mom's durability and live to fight another day? Only time will tell if Hinata's new confidant (Yor) will prove to be just as deadly, if not worse than her mom… “Ah, there you are! Over here!” Yor would signal Hinata to follow the sound of her voice seeing her body jiggle and then admire just how cute this Shinobi looked after quite some time. “Goodness, these seats have not been doing us any favors. I probably shouldn't let my husband's cooking sway me so easily.. but anyway, how have you been Hinata?” Hinata bowed out of respect and pleasantries for a young woman who doesn't even look like a day in her early 30s compared to the shy ninja. As she moved in next to Miss Forger, the physical contact made between them, had both ladies feel red over how soft their skin felt before asking her some questions, respectfully acknowledging anything private. "I hope you don't mind me being a bit bigger than anticipated, it's rather difficult to adjust sometimes when you're growing so much: physically speaking." She would offer a friendly handshake before taking a seat, hoping to get along with her new motherly companion well. The afternoon went by and Anya would be introduced to Himawari & she can tell that having a stinky, big-butt mom in her life was not the easiest; especially given what they do for a living: Hinata, a jonin-level Shinobi & Yor, an assassin. Despite having a heart as golden as the lethalness of their flatulence, both moms share a passionate determination for wanting to keep their kids safe from anything that may pose a threat, be it world treating or domestically; fighting to protect your family is a beautiful cause worth fighting for. Even if you are not bound by blood… or if the methods sound unorthodox or unethical. Yor apparently took the term babysitting to a literal sense and has been smothering poor Miss Anya in her sweat after all of her dangerous life-risk missions. After a good time chatting with good company, both Hinata and Yor were in for a surprise as another duo of moms introduced themselves: Rita Loud and Maddie Fenton! Rita was the more impressive mom of the 2, having a total of eleven kids and still looking absolutely incredible with her wide hips and massive ass barely fitting! As for Maddie, while her family wasn't as massive, her lifestyle wasn’t anywhere near boring and still had quite an impressive body to be brag about - though Rita praised it so much she had no time to really brag. As the four got along quickly, Maddie was eager to express to her new friends how much hard work it takes to be a ghost-hunter and how she had to keep her two kids in line, just keeping their grades up; and Rita admitted to having a similar tactic with her many kids - with so many children running around in the house, a bit of couch smothering can be quite effective than any time out, just ask Lynn, Lola or Lana! As the women left the establishment & said their goodbyes, they each provided a way to stay in contact for as long as possible by exchanging phone numbers. While leaping back to Konoha, Hinata would stop to give a call to her dear friend Bulma Briefs, telling them the good news about having met the new moms of the group. Meanwhile, back at West City; the genius of Capsule Corporation would be just as happy to tell her other companions about this, feeling like they were bound to have a lot of fun the next time they all met up as a group: introducing a gaggle of powerful mothers across many generations. As for the children? Things were bound to get even more hectic than before, especially with the events of Castle Dimitrescu spreading like wildfire… The End

When the next day came Shinoku woke with a light yawn, the reward Anya had given had been...extensive to say the least. Not that he was complaining any, but still It was more intense than expected. If him being like that was something Anya liked to see, maybe he should start taking his fream of being the next beastar more seriously, not that he wasn’t doing so already. Rex that tigress was something else, he really had to have been lucky for their first meeting to lead to this when she could have just as easily not been interested or anything else. The fact that they has made it this far and were so close despite being a canine and feline were not lost on him. As he laid there, Shinoku’s mind then drifted to the other day, the fact he got to perform, even if it wasn’t officially and doing the performance like it was supposed to be while making sure Bill and Legoshi didn’t kill each other. On the one hand, he could be grateful to them for giving him the opportunity he might not have

Princess Maureen of Elldo had just been sacrificed to a dragon god. but she didn't feel dead she felt very different she awoke in a massive crimson temple in the sky where a fat red dragon with green eyes slept Maureen looked at her reflection and saw herself as a plump pink dragon end of part two.

You're standing in the dojo with Ruby, who looks confused. Ruby: "Why are we training in here today, S.M.?" Hero: "No more interruptions, and no more secrets." You step over to the keypad and lock down the dojo as a wall of soundproofing is added around you. Ruby: "S.M., you're uh, eh heh, starting to worry me here." Hero: "Ruby, the battle will be in a few days." Ruby: "Right, we've been training non-stop all this week. We're due a break tomorrow-" Hero: "I will not be joining on the front lines as 682." Ruby: "What? But you're crazy strong!" Hero: "Do you know why?" Ruby: "What? Why you're not fighting, no-" Hero: "No, why I'm so strong?" Ruby: "Oh, easy, because your clone number is 682-" Hero: "What if I told you it wasn't." Ruby: "What?" Hero: "Have you ever wondered why you never see any other clones running around training, Refuge heroes? Why I'm everyone's uncle?" Ruby: "No, I just thought you were just really friendly with everyone." Hero: *Sigh* "I've trained every Refuge

The Inter-Class Choir Competition is finally here. I asked my supervisor if I could go watch. "Only if you can finish all your designs by today." It occurred to me that I may not be able to do that in a large room that's full of people, noisy, distracting and will possibly be dimly lit. But…… anything for a yes, right? I nodded my agreement and left my sketchbook in my office when my supervisor wasn't looking. *** I entered the (just as I expected) dimly lit auditorium in a black blazer, white blouse, long skirt, and some penny loafers to match. If I'm going to be nominated Teacher-of-the-First-Quarter-of-2024, I better look the part. On second thought, a good, dedicated teacher should care about her students. I exited the auditorium and went backstage instead. Maria, Elynnor, Randy, Eric, Rosalynn, Ghaya, and all my previous batch of students were all there. They are the last ones up. They greeted me warmly when they saw my face in the dark, but I could still sense the nerves in

With the sound of early 2000’s punk rock blasting through her headphones, Maria was working late at night inside her corporate’s headquarters. Sitting in her office’s cubical, she was working hard to set up a new program to reconfigure her corporate’s communication system. The old program they were using was far out of date and was long overdue for replacing. The time was just passed 2:45am Japan local time, as she remained typing away on her desktop. Sighing out of stress, she pushed back her office chair as she briefly took a sip of her energy drink. Giving herself a slight and much needed break, she spun around in her office chair as she stared at a flag that was placed on her desk by a coworker. The flag was a United Kingdom flag that remained on a small plastic base. Snickering slightly, Maria inspected the flag closely before putting it in front of her desktop’s keyboard. Since she was on break, she decided to check a shipment she had placed on her personal laptop. Opening

This is a work of fiction. Any sexual activities described will be between persons of at least 18 years of age. My name is Jacob Johnson (M38), and my mother Carla Johnson (F54) and I started our incestuous relationship 20 years ago. A little bit of back story, My mother was a 16 year old high-school junior when she got pregnant and gave birth to me. My father was the captain of the football team and dumped her immediately upon learning of her pregnancy. My grandparents, while understandably upset with mom, made absolutely certain to take care of us both. Mom graduated high school on time with the rest of her class, then went to the local community college to get a two year nursing degree, then transferred to a four year school to finish it up. After she graduated from college, she joined the USAF as a nurse because she thought that her joining up was what Grandpa wanted (he was USAF too). I lived with my grandparents until I was 12 when mom was reassigned to RAF Lakenheath in the UK. She said that we'd never get another opportunity like the one before us and jumped on it. So I left my grandparents in North Carolina and moved with my mother to the UK. While we were in the UK, we saw the UK a day trip at a time, and I saw things that most Americans could only dream of. In order to keep our adventures going after the UK, mom put in for and got a conservative overseas tour to Germany. She was then stationed at Ramstein AB outside of Kaiserslateren, but we lived in the village of Reiskirchen, outside of Homburg, Germany. We kept up our day trip at a time and saw Germany the same way that we saw the UK. On my 16th birthday, mom took me to the Gasthaus down the street from where we lived and bought me my first beer, a Parkbrau beer. As we enjoyed our beers, she told me that as long as I kept my grades up and did so only in her presence, I could have one beer a day with our evening meals. She said that she wanted me to learn how to drink responsibly and in moderation, which I wouldn't learn doing things the way our government back home wanted. After three years in Germany, mom's luck with COTs ran out, and she got reassigned to Shaw AFB, SC. Before we had to go back to the States, with me being a big history buff, we took one last week long trip to Normandy for both the 60th anniversary of the D-Day landings and my birthday (6 June). While we were there, we saw Omaha and Utah beaches, Pointe du Hoc, Sainte-Mère-Église, Carentan, and other historic locations in the area, as well as the American military cemetery where President Teddy Roosevelt's sons were buried. The night of my 18th birthday, mom drank a lot more at dinner than normal, so I paid our dinner bill, and half carried her up to our hotel room. Once there, I sat her on the edge of the bed and began getting her ready for bed. As I stooped down and began removing off her heels, she broke down in tears. "Jacob," she sobbed, " You're the only man in my life that I can count on." "What about Grandpa," I countered? "He's back home in the States, sweety," she said. "But, you're right honey, if he were here, I could count on him, too." "What's this all about mom," I asked, sitting down facing her on the edge of the bed, wrapping my arms around her, to hold her in a loving embrace and allow ger to cry pn my shoulder. "Honey," she started between sobs, "today is your 18th birthday, and I've not had a real or lasting relationship with a man since before you were born." Taken off guard by that comment, I pulled back and asked, "Are you saying that you resent me for ruining your love life?" "Oh no, honey," she said, turning to face me while placing her hand on my thigh. "Your bastard of a sperm donor did that," she sobbed again. "You're a perfect young gentleman to me. A son that any mother would be proud of." "Thanks, mom." "Honey," she started, "I've been out with lots of guys over the years, but all of them just wanted to fuck. While fucking is fun," she continued, " sometimes a woman just wants to be loved, to be held, to be made love to, but all of the men that I've met just want to fuck, snd that's not enough for me." As she'd spoken, I stared into her beautiful blue eyes, and I saw something that I'd never seen before, I saw a woman with sexual needs and wants. My buddies in school had always joked that my mom was a down right MILF. Since we'd all seen "American Pie," they said that she was way hotter than "Stifler's Mom." She had at the time shoulder-length blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was 5'9" tall, weighted 135 lbs, and her measurements were 34D-26-35. Her 34D breasts were capped with large brown areolas, and she kept her blonde pubic hair neatly trimmed. When I said that the guys in school envied my milf of a mother I wasn't joking. In spite of my mother being less than modest around the house, I'd never looked at her sexually before that moment in time. She had come out as a nudist to me a few years prior, but we'd both seen each other in various forms of undress up to and including nude more times than I could count. As I sat there, she continued speaking, "Honey, I just want a man to seize the day, kiss me deeply and lovingly, and gently make love to me." As quickly as they entered my mind, the words "Carpe diem" quietly escaped my lips as I looked into my mother's eye. "Say again," my mother asked with a perplexed look upon her face? While holding her gaze, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and steady my resolve to follow through with the outrageous thoughts flowing through my mind. The sweet and musky scent of her perfume mixed with her immpercivable womanly pheromones filling my nasal cavity and adding fuel to my newfound sexual desire for my own mother. "Carpe diem mother," I said in a gentle but somewhat deeper voice than normal as I moved one hand from her back to her chin, lifting it as I closed the distance between our mouths and kissed her deeply and lovingly on the lips. Her reaction was immediate. She momentarily tried to voice a protest and put both hands on my chest and to push away, but I was stronger than she was and held her in place. As I kissed her, she quickly relented and became a willing participant in the kiss when her tongue invaded my mouth. I don't know how long we kissed, but when I broke it, she breathlessly asked, "Jacob, where did that come from?" "I don't know mother," I said releasing her and standing up, "I just saw something in your eyes that I'd never seen before," I continued as I stepped away from the bed. "What are you doing," she asked? "I've always seen you as my mother, but I saw something else in your eyes," I said as I turned back to the bed, made eye contact with her again, and kicked off my shoes. "What are you talking about," she asked a worried look on her face? "For some strange reason, I saw you as a woman, mother," I continued as I started to slowly remove my shirt. "A woman who needs a man that she loves dearly and who loves her just as dearly to make love to her," I said as my pants hit the floor. "Jacob, why are you saying these things?" "Mother, you just told me what you want. You want a man to seize the day and make love to you. I want to make you feel like a woman who is loved by a very special man," I said as I slid my boxer briefs to the floor, freeing my erect manhood for her to see. "That's not exactly what I meant," she said, eyeing my slightly larger than average manhood, "but I'm beginning to see your point of view." "I want to make you cum like no man ever has, or ever will," I said as I stepped up to her, having tried to keep eye contact with her the whole time. The look on her face was a mixture of arousal, confusion, lust, and shock. She said nothing as I reached out to take her hand. I gently pulled her back to her feet and slowly started unbuttoning her summer dress. She kept her gaze locked with mine, and I could see her smileing in them. She kept her arms at her sides, allowing me to slowly unbutton each button. When the last button was unbuttoned, I slipped my hands inside of it and gently ran my fingertips up her thighs, to her hips, waist, sides around her breasts, up her chest, collar bone, and finally to her shoulders where I gently released her dress to fall to the floor. She stood there unsure of what to do with her hands, clad only in a sex matching lacy white bra and panty set that looked incredibly gorgeous on her. I stepped into her space, and she embraced me tightly. She tilted her face towards me in anticipation of the kiss that I was leaning in to give her. A kiss that she moaned with pleasure into. I moved one hand to the back of her head and brought the other to the center of her back to pinch open her bra's clasp. Once open, her bra stayed in place due to the straps still on her shoulders and how tightly we were embracing each other. With her bra unclasped, I ran my fingertips gently back down my mother's body to her panties while still kissing her. I ran my fingers under the waist band and gently started maneuvering them off of her hips, and once clear, they dropped, joining her dress on the floor. As I stood there kissing my nearly naked mother, I shifted my body and picked my mother up in a one man lift carry (the type of carry that a newly wed husband uses to carry his new bride across tge threshold). I carried her around the foot of the Queen sized bed, to one of the sitting chairs next to the windows of our hotel room. As I carried her, she happily finished removing her bra, throwing it in the general direction of our other discarded clothes. After she wrapped her arms around my neck, the look in her eyes changed a bit, as if she'd had a moment of clarity, and she asked, "Jacob, what's gotten into you tonight?" "Nothing, mom," I answered honestly, "I just realized how much I loved you, and more importantly, how far I'm willing to go to prove it to you." "Honey, you're my son, and you don't have to make love to me to show me how much you love me." "Mom, I honestly want to," I said. "I want to actually be the man of the house that I've always been, to be your man, to be the man that you can rely on to satisfy ALL of your needs regardless of what they are." "Honey, what we're about to do is incest," she said, "and incest is wrong." "Mom, I know that incest is wrong, but if what I'm feeling right now is wrong, I don't want to ever be right again," I finished as I reached the chair, turned and sat down in it with her sitting in my lap. I could feel one of her beautiful bare breasts pressing into my chest and her very moist vagina on my manhood. Placing one hand around her shoulder and the other on her hip, I looked her in the eyes again and said, "Mom, I'm going to resume what we've started. You can stop this at any time, but please dont?" I gave her a moment to protest, but she bit her lip and said, "I know that what we're doing is wrong, baby, but please make mommy cum.' I smiled at her leaned in and kissed her again. I kept one arm around her shoulders, but I brought the other hand up to her breast. I cupped her glorious orb with my palm and started flicking my thumb across her erect pinkie tip (at least for me) sized nipple and she moaned into the kiss. As I broke the kiss and started kissing mom's neck and throat, she moaned again, arched her back pushing her breasts in my direction, and said, "Yes, baby, play with mommy's nipples. Mommy's nipples are so sensitive, baby. Please, baby, pinch them, pinch them HARD." With her direction, I started pinching her nipple and kissed my way down her chest to suck and nibble on the other one. As I started sucking on mom's breast, she said, "Oh God, yes, baby. Suckle on mommy's breasts like you did as an infant. You're the reason mommy likes her nipples pinched and bitten, baby." The word "suckle" stuck in my mind for a bit, but I quickly dismissed it, thinking that I had misheard what mom had said. Her nipple was large and inviting, so I eagerly sucked on it. What I wasn't expecting was a warm, milky taste to it. The exact same milky taste that I enjoyed at home whenever i drank a glass of milk. I looked over at the nipple that I was pinching and saw droplets of milk leaking out of it. As I tried to release mom's nipple to ask her why she was still lactating after 18 years, but she placed a hand on the back of my head to hold it to her breast and said, "Drink my milk baby. I've longed so much for a man to drink the milk from my breasts. It's turning me on so much that the man drinking my breast milk is my very own baby boy." Listening to my mother's dirty talk was a strange sensation. The fact that she'd been, only a short time before, trying to dissuade me from our incestuous encounter was ironically funny. But what wasn't funny was how good mom's breast milk tasted. I couldn't get enough and just suckled as hard as I could. The thought that I may have found a new kink that I liked wasn't lost on me. After a few minutes, mom shifted on my lap and said, "Switch to the other one, baby. I think that one's empty for now." As I released her nipple from my mouth, I at her and said, "Mom, your breast milk is delicious. How have you kept producing it this long?" She smiled at me and said, "I'll tell you later, now drink," and pulled my face to her other breast. I'd been cupping and playing with the breast now in my hand, so I thought that it would be a good time to start playing with mom's pussy. I slowly eased that hand down her body, taking care to run my fingers through her pubic hair, which was very soft. As I touched her pussy I immediately hit her clitoris and she moaned in pleasure. Her clitoris and inner lips protrude a bit, and as I rubbed them, I could also feel how wet she was. I gingerly just rubbed her pussy from front to back using two fingers to rub along her outer lips and the third just grazing but not parting her inner set. "Oh baby, you tease mommy so well," she said breathlessly, "where and when did you learn to pleasure a woman like this." I wanted to tell her that I'd learned how to the previous summer when my German girlfriend Eva and her two older sisters Erika and Klaudia had spent 5 days and 4 nights at a LARP event, but I couldn't because she was holding me tightly to her breast. As I continued to nurse on mom's breast, I gently rub her pussy gradually increasing pressure on my middle finger to run deeper and deeper between her inner lips causing mom's moans of pleasure to increase. When my middle finger reached her vaginal opening and anus, I made a few passes, eventually just sliding it into her vaginal opening. Mom took a deep breath as I inserted my finger into the hole from which I was born, and immediately sought out her "G" spot and started rubbing it. "Oh God baby, you're making mommy feel so fucking good," she said as she pulled my face from her breast and brought it up to hers to passionately kiss me as I was masterbating her. It didn't take me long to add a second finger into her vaginal opening, and I placed my thumb on her clit, and start rocking them back and forth. "Oh, fuck baby. You're going to make mommy cum," she said between pants. It was soon followed by, "FUCK, BABY, MOMMY'S CUMMING," as she stiffened in my lap, convulsed and gushed feminine cum all over my hand. I kept rubbing her clit and "G" spot until she stopped convulsing and gushing. As I stopped, mom looked at me, kissed me, and said, "Baby I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life. Who'd have thought that the man to make me cum like that would be my own son? I love you so much right now." "I love you too, mom," I said. "Baby, I think that I'm ready for you to take me in the bed," she said. "Do you have a condom?" "No, mom, I don't. I never anticipated this happening between us, but if it's all the same to you, I want to make love to you naturally." "Baby, I'm a nurse, and keep a very close watch on my menstrual cycles. If I have unprotected sex right now, there's a very good chance that I get pregnant." I don't know what came over me, but I said, "Good. I would love to get you pregnant." "I'm sorry, son," she said, getting up off of my lap and standing, "but I can't risk getting pregnant." I stood up too, looked her in the eyes, and said, "Mom, when I said that I'm now your man, that means that I'm your man in all things. I am going to make love to you. I am going to cum in you, and if you get pregnant I will be the the father figure to our child." "But you're my son." "I know, mom, but I'm now your man too." "What will I tell people if you get me pregnant?" The question stumped me for just a moment until the answer flashed throughmy mind snd I said, "The truth mother. Or at least the truth from a particular point of view." "And what truth is that," she asked? "That you met a MAN, on leave, and he rocked your world." "How is that the truth," she asked, perplexed? "I came here as your son, and as a teenage boy, tonight I've become a man, YOUR MAN." The dawning of the realization of my "TRUTH" flashed across her face, and she reached out her hand, taking mine and lead me to the bed. She flipped down the covers, climbed into the bed, and said, "Honey, come here and put another baby in mommy's tummy before I change my mind." Mom laid down in the center of the bed with her legs spread wide, her knees bent and feet flat on the bed. I climbed in, positioned myself between her open legs, and slowly slid my raging hard nearly 8 inch long manhood into her hot, wet, and waiting love tunnel, which elicited a moan of arousal from my mother. The sight of my veiny shaft passing through those beautifully exposed folds of hers was incredibly satisfying to see. Once my full length was inside her, I leaned in, kissing her passionately on the lips. I loved how her kisses tasted as my tongue wrestled with hers in both of our mouths. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around my body in anticipation of what was coming. While still kissing her, I slowly pulled my manhood nearly out of her, pulling my hips to my left, shifting my hips to my right, and slowly reinserted it. Keeping it my thrusts and withdrawals slow, I made love to my drop-dead gorgeous mother. Whenever it felt right, I'd increase the pace until I could no longer make out with her as we made love. I leaned back and soon the room was filled with the wet smacking sounds of skin on skin, her moans, and my grunts echoing off of the walls as I repeatedly rammed and my manhood into my mother's sopping wet pussy. Oh fuck baby," Mom moaned, "Mommy's fucking cumming on your hard cock," she soon announced. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting, but I still had a ways to go. "Oh baby, you're making mommy cum again," she said as her third orgasm of the night wracked her body. I, however, kept going as her vaginal muscles again tried unsuccessfully tried to milk my seed from me. After her fourth orgasm I placed both of her legs over my shoulders and gave it to her good. She moaned and cussed about how good I was fucking her. "Oh, God baby, what kind of man are you," she moaned as I was getting close? "Fuck me baby, mommy's going to cum again." "Mom, I'm close." "Baby, pull out and cum on my tits or belly. Please don't cum in me," she begged between pants. "Sorry, mom," I said between grunts."I'm going to fill you up and make you my woman." "Please don't, baby?" "Here it comes, mom," I said as I felt my semen release. Without another word, she wrapped her legs around me, preventing me from pulling out of her. "Get. Pregnant. Mom. Get. Pregnant. Mom," I grunted as I shot rope after rope of my potent teenage seed deeply into her waiting womb. As the last rope left me, I looked down at my mother's face, I smiled, leaned in, and kissed her. "I love you, mom," I said. "I really love you." "I love you too, Jacob," she said, back. As I became soft, I rolled off of her and started cuddling with her, planting small kisses on her neck and shoulders. "Jacob," she asked, "where did you learn how to pleasure a woman like that?" "Remember my LARP trip last year?" "Yes," she said. "Well," I started, "Eva told her sisters that I was a virgin, and all three of them taught me how to pleasure a woman properly." "It shows," she said. "I've never cum like thay before. My poor pussy will be so fucking sore tomorrow i may not even be able to walk." "Good," I said. "Mom, why are you still producing milk?" "Honey," she started, "After you were born while I was breast feeding you, I developed a nipple thing where I get really close to orgasm when expressing milk. So I've been pumping ever since." "So why does it have such a familiar taste," I asked? I thought I already had the answer but wanted confirmation. "I've been bottling it for our household use," she said with a guilty look on her face. "I hope that you're not disgusted by it?" "I'm not disgusted at all," I said kissing her. "At least what we've been using is actually formulated for human consumption unlike either cow's or goat's milk." She thought about that for a few minutes then said, "I need to go take a shower." "Care if I join you," I asked? "Maybe another time, Jacob," she said. "I need to think somethings through. After I'm done, you should probably take one too." "Okay, mom," I said as she hobbled into the bathroom. I looked at the mess that we'd made in tge bed sheets, so as soon as I heard the shower running, I called room service to send up fresh ones. Soon she was out, and it was my turn to shower. When I got out, the night maid was just leaving having just changed our post coital sheets. Mom was in a hotel robe, sitting in the non-sexed up chair. "Thank you for calling for room service to change our sheets Jacob honey," she said. "I had no idea of the mess we made." "Mom," I said "you came five times, four of which were in the bed." "I've never cum like that in my life," she said. "Felt good, didn't it," I asked? "Yes, Jacob, it felt amazing, but I'm exhausted and need to sleep," she said as she took off her robe revealing that she was wearing a sleep shirt underneath. "Mom," I protested dropping my robe and showing her that i was nude underneath. "What are you wearing? I thought that we'd sleep naked cuddling together." "Not tonight Jacob, I still have somethings to sort out," she said as she climbed back into bed. "Please, Jacob, at least put on a pair of underwear?" "Okay, mom," I said as I dug out another pair of boxer briefs and put them on. I turned off the lights and joined my mother in bed, but I stayed on my side as I was feeling her current unease. I awoke the next morning with a typical male "early morning hard on," but what wasn't typical was the fact that at some point during the night mom had decided to spoon with me. She was resting her head on my left bicep, had her back against my chest and abdomen, and her bare butt against my groin. Apparently she had only been wearing her night shirt, and it had ridden up during the night. I laid there listening to the sound of her breathing, enjoying her warmth, and the scent of her hair. Which along with her bare butt did nothing to elevate my erection. With my right arm was draped across her hip, I decided to not disturb her, but to let her sleep. I was thinking about how much I loved her, and imagining what she'd look like 8-9 months pregnant with my child, when she began to stir. "Good morning beautiful," I said leaning in and kissing her neck. "Did you sleep well?" "Good morning to you too Jacob," she said groggily. "I slept better than I have in ages. How did you sleep?" "After last night, I slept wonderfully mother." "Mother," she asked a modicum of panic entering her voice? "Did you just call me mother? "Yes I did mom," I said. "What's wrong?" She rolled out of the spooning position with me and onto her knees. "Jacob honey," she started, "did we have sex last night?" "Yes mom we did," I answered, "and it was wonderful." She quickly got out of bed, and started looking around the room then turned back to me. "Jacob, did you cum in me?" "Yes mom I did," I answered as I too got out of bed. Mom started looking for clothes 8put on while saying, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all the fucking times to have unprotected sex. FUCK!" I walked up behind her hugged her and asked, "What's wrong mom?" "Jacob," she said in a terse manner, "it's my time of the month to be ovulating, and you came in me." "So what mom," I said, "I made love to you last night, and came in you no big deal." "Jacob," she said in a scolding manner while stepping away from. "No big deal? I'm ovulating and you came in me so i may already be pregnant." "Good," I said, "I've always wanted a little brother or sister." "Wrong answer Jacob," she continued. "We're biological mother and son and a child between us could have severe mental retardation." "I think that we'd love it regardless mom." "Jacob, you do realize that incest is illegal, right?" "Yes mom I do," I said as I walked over to the sexed up chair and sat in it. I looked up at her getting dressed and said, "Mom, I tried explaining it to you last night, but let me explain everything again." "Be quick Jacob, I need to get to a pharmacy and buy some plan-B to end this thing now." "Mom, I love you with all my heart," I began. "I know that incest is illegal, but last night I saw something in your eyes that made me want to love you as a man loves a woman. I've never thought of any wonan like that before, certainly not my own mother, but I did. We didn't engage in anything as course or vulgar as 'fucking,' we made love mother. We made beautiful love, we made the kind of love that a newly wed couple make on their wedding night. If you get pregnant from it, so be it. I don't want you to go get a plan-B mom, I want you to carry our child full term." "You do realize that incest babies have an increased chance of birth defects don't you," she asked. "Yes mother I do." "You're asking me to carry a child that may be born with any number of birth defects?" "Yes mother I am." "I'm already a single mother in the USAF. What am I going to tell my superiors when I start to show my pregnancy?" "That you met a MAN on leave, had sexual relations, and got pregnant." "But I didn't meet a man, you did this to me." "Mom, you certainly met a MAN," i said. "I came here a boy, but last night I became a man. A man that you'd never met before. As for the single mother thing, I'm 18 now, we're heading back to the States and if you deploy, I'll, officially, still be home watching over YOUR child, my sibling. "Okay Jacob," she said visibly calming down, "that takes care of the immediate situation, but last night can never happen again." "I'm sorry mom, but that's not going to work for me," I said. "I love you and want to make love to you again." "Jacob," she exclaimed! "Absolutely not." "Mom," i said with a smile, "while you're already pregnant, you can't get any more pregnant." She thought for about that and said, "You have a point there. I guess that we could have sex while I'm pregnant, but nor after giving birth though." "Well mom, about that," I started. "You're of that certain age where women generally get their tube's tied after giving birth, so you could..." She looked at me smiled and said, "Well it seems that you've thought of everything then you horny bastard," as she started removing her clothes. "So what do you want to do now?" "Well I'm kind of hungry." "Oh," she said stepping towards the phone, "I'll just order room service. What do you want for breakfast?" "That's not what i had in mind," I said, "but I'll take their usual continental breakfast." "What did you have in mind," she asked? "Your," I said standing up, "delicious looking," I continued walking up to her, "cream filled," I finished embracing her, "roast beef like pussy." "Oh my God," was all that escaped her lips before I kissed them. As I passionately kissed her, mom wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her body. The feeling of her bare breasts pressing into my upper abdomen felt great. I could also feel the wetness of her milk being squeezed out onto my skin. I broke the kiss in order to kiss her neck. As I did so, I whispered, "I love you so much, Mother. I love you more than any son ought to love his mother. I love you as much as a man loves his wife." "Good God, Jacob," she whispered back. "You're making mommy's pussy so fucking wet, baby." "Good," I replied, "I guess that it's time for breakfast," I finished as I literally swept her off of her feet and carried her back to the bed. I gently set her on the edge of the bed, kneeled down in the floor, pulled the panties that she'd just put on, back off, and tossed them up on the bed. At this time I took in the glorious sight of my mother's vagina. She had groomed her blonde pubic hair so that she had a short bush on her pelvic bone, but her outer labias were bare. She possessed beautifully protruding clitoral hood and inner labias that I so wanted to suck on and lick. The whole of her vaginal area to her inner thighs was slick with her cream. "Mom," I said, glancing up at her from between her thighs, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful vagina?" "Oh, God no," she said, "Most guys hate my how my pussy looks." "Well mom, I love it," I said moved forward and positioned her thighs on my shoulders and wrapping one arm around one thigh while keeping the other under. "I love how it looks." "Please, Jacob, stop," she protested? I took a big sniff of the area around her genials, the slight musky scent not unpleasant to my nose, "how it smells." "Jacob, you're embarrassing me." Turning my face to the side and licking her tangy wetness from one of her thighs, "Mmm, and how you taste. Mmm, mommy, you're delicious." "Jacob you, mmm" was all that she got out as I turned and started licking her tangy juices from her other thigh. When her thighs were clean, I licked her outer labias clean. I then parted her outer labias from both above and below and licked between the folds on both sides. As I was licking up her natural vaginal secretions of arousal, I was able to watch as mom was pinching her own nipples. "Oh, God, baby, where did you learn to do that to a woman," she said between moans. Taking my face out of her delicious groin, I answered, "I told you last night, mom. Eva and her sisters taught me everything that I know about pleasing a woman last summer." "Baby, I'm going to have a talk with that girl." "Please don't?" "I wasn't baby," she said playfully, "but I should thank her, though. I'm thankful that I made you learn German too." "I am too mom. I am too," I said before I leaned in and licked her from anus to clitoris along her perineum. As I did so, mom gasped, then started moaning. I alternated fingering, kissing, licking nibbling, sucking, and tonguing her nether regions. I sucked her large engorged clit into my mouth and played with it with my tongue which she apparently loved as i felt her lock her ankles behind my back, but she came the first time when I tongued her anus. As I rimmed it, she said, "Honey, you don't have to do that," but I continued. As I applied pressure to her sphincter, she said, "Honey, mommy's ass hole is a dirty place." But she moaned, "Baby you're making mommy feel so fucking good," when my tongue penetrated it a bit while fingering her clit. But when I French kissed her asshole she clamped her thighs tightly around my head and exclaimed, "God baby you'll make mommy cum by doing that!" Quickly followed by, "Oh fuck baby, mommy's cumming! Mommy's cumming from her baby boy kissing her ass hole!" At that, she squirted all over my face. Not wanting to waste perfectly good feminine cum, I eagerly lapped it up. I then French kissed her vaginal opening, darting my tongue as deeply into it as i could, which set off her second orgasm. She placed both hands on my head, ran her fingers through my hair, and said, "Oh God baby mommy's still cumming! You're so fucking mean to your poor mommy, making her cum like this!" She squirted again and I eagerly lapped it up again. As I was moving back up to her clit we were interrupted by knocking on the door. "Baby," she said breathlessly, "that's probably room service bringing up our breakfast. Please let me up to go get it." "Okay, mom," I said before giving her clit a light kiss. I disentangled myself from her legs, helped her to her feet, and gave her a deep kiss with lips that had only recently been on her nether regions. She eagerly accepted and returned the kiss, said "I love you so much Jacob, now go wash my cum off of your face, I'll get the door." I watched as she's scooped up and put on her robe. She looked at me and made go signals with her hands so i darted into the bathroom to wash my face.

Basically I want to dom a hypno RP where the sub is already brainwashed. Basically the set up is my character goes to a slave market and purchases some brainwashed slaves. For who the slaves are, can be OCs, fictional characters or celebs. We can discuss that

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"Prince Zale, it's time to wake up." Zale groaned but rolled over to the side of his bed. Without opening his eyes, he sat up, letting his legs hang over the side. He waited to see if Salvatore had more to say, which he did. "The guards have informed me there is an intruder locked in the dungeon. He came for the Master Sword." Zale's eyes shot open. "Is Lila okay?" "Yes, she's fine. She stopped the intruder and called for help. Then the guards had her go back to sleep." Zale wished he could do the same as he felt weariness keep hold of his body and mind. Unfortunately, Salvatore still wasn't done. The servant said, "Sire, the intruder is an imposter. He looks the same as Lila." "What does that mean?" the prince wondered as his heart rate climbed again. Salvatore shrugged. "That's just what I was told. You should talk to him yourself." "Good idea. Wait, him?" After breakfast and tending to a few errands, Zale and Salvatore went to the dungeon. It was overfull with the Gerudo

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(This Is A Bondage RP Once Again so my fellow bdsm/bondage lovers/rps can try this) So the scenario is, It was a quiet relaxing sunday afternoon around 4:30 PM and the sun was still shining brightly on the hot summery day as there was one spectacular place in town that was very very famous. ~THE BONDAGE EXPERIENCE~; In the bondage experience newbies or people who know and love bondage can come in with an appointment/reservation perfectly for them as You, Your Oc, Or Character Youll Be Playing As will ask a series of questions. Including. Whos gonna get tied up, out of all the endless options which one would you like, escape timer, etc. After all the questions were answered with the truth by Nickete shell eb taken to an empty bondage room and we go from there. So it really dosent matter whos sub or dom in this kinda rp but it kinda matters to how Nickete says when she answers with the truth her answers. Have fun and good luck!~ My discord is: nicketeandnicksans ENJOY THE BONDAGE FUN