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Inflated By A LeprechaunSitting on my bed watching TV I flip through channels and I tune in to a movie with a leprechaun. I see the leprechaun is expanding a woman in a blue dress expanding her boobs , lips , and butt. I say laughing "That would suck if it happened to me" and surprisingly I see a leprechaun appear in front of me and I panic saying "How are you real?" the Leprechaun says " I just am my lass"
I say creeped out "Please just go away d-dont do anything to me" Leprechaun says "I heard you say that it would suck if what you saw happened to you and I just had to do something about that" I say "Please do not make that happen to me I do not want to explode and die" leprechaun says "Too bad because I am going to make it happen anyway"
He changes my clothes into the blue dress the women was wearing and starts expanding my breasts , butt , and lips. I start crying and screaming for help as the Leprechaun says "No one can help you my dear" I then beg for it to stop and he responds by saying "You're getting
Big Butt, So What?Elena awoke to sunlight one nice morning, feeling very refreshed. She sat up, then noticed her head was near her ceiling. “What? Am I still asleep?” she asked. She pinched her arm, but her status did not change. She then looked down, her eyes growing as wide as dinner plates! Her butt was at least eight feet wide, looking like a pair of brown sofas, with her thighs proportionate. Her hips stuck out at least four feet, if not more, behind her! “How did this happen?” she asked, getting off the bed. Her body made a loud thud as she did so, quivering and jiggling with each waddling step. “I guess I’ll have to change how I fight, not much good my kicks will do if I can barely move my legs to walk.” She muttered, feeling her thick thighs rub furiously. She ate some breakfast, then waddled to her personal gym, where she started by stretching her arms and doing some twists. She the
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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