The Trophy Bodies Clinic by Tar

Here's another oldie but goodie from some requests I got answered a few years ago!

I was rather stuck on the idea of Fat Camps taking advantage of their liposuction needing prisoners;)

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A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller

I JUST got official permission from Ed to post his stories here.  I am beyond pleased to know he's still around and responding to e-mails.  Send the guy some love! 

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A Cure for Hypertension

by Ed Miller

As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it.If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com Or leave feedback if the site you're reading this on allows it. I always read it, even if I don't answer much, and I'm always interested to hear comments, even if it's just "nice story," or, for that matter "you suck."
If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, they're all at www.bearchive.com and nearly all of them are at www.fictionmania.comI should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a reviewer way back on assm; this preface has become rather dated) labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned.

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A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller

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     It all began with a trip to the doctor. That's certainly a simple, innocent-enough event, and the event itself was simple and innocent. It's just that it gave Janet an opening to do what she did.

     Janet was (and I guess still is) my girlfriend. We'd been dating for almost a year when all this started. At 19 when we got together, she was almost 10 years younger than me, but we got along pretty well and she seemed to enjoy my company. I know I enjoyed hers. The way she looked, any man would.

Emergence, Part Two: In the Looking Glass

((Now, readers, a big choice is up to you! Is the strange man a concerned father and the narrator an 18 year-old high school senior? Is the man a boyfriend to a college aged live-in roommate? Or are they recent high school graduates who just tied the knot after learning of the pregnancy? Or something else? You make the call!

Love,

Charlotte))

Wherever I was, I was not alone. I scrambled up onto my feet and rushed to close the bathroom door. With my heart thudding in my chest I poked and twisted the knob trying desperately to activate a lock. My fingers were smaller and a bit more dexterous but the absolute terror in my gut made even the simplest motion hard to pull off.

At some point I remember thinking, “Why am I locking the door? Whoever is out there won’t just come barging in on me no matter what their relation to me.” But this rational line of thinking was soon overwhelmed by fear. I needed to know myself better before I could interact with others.

Finally there was a satisfying click, I was safe. I turned around and put my back to the door allowing my head to rest against it. My breath came in ragged gasps and I was even sweatier now than before. Lord it was hot in here.

“Honey, everything alright?” the strange man said, his voice sounded through the door just inches from the top of my head.

I leapt away from the door. The way his voice had come from above made me realize that I was probably shorter than I used to be. There was no way of guessing how much so as the fixtures and cabinets of the bathroom were unfamiliar to me. Despite some notable additions, on the whole I felt much smaller.

I hazarded a response. “I’m fine,” I said, feeling the way the air of my lungs passed up and out of my altered throat. It filled the air with an unfamiliar tone. It was lighter, crisper, beautiful and entirely feminine. I wasn’t sure why it surprised me so much, after all the rest of me was so feminine now too.

“It’s just that I thought I heard you crying…” the man pressed.

“I’m fine,” I repeated with a bit more firmness. I was far from fine but I wanted some time to myself. “I just… need a moment.”

The Deconstruction of Kyle by CBlack

For those of you who like their TGs a bit more biker chic, here's a biker chick!

This is from a premium comic on TGComics.com done by CBlack called FUGITIVES!

https://tgcomics.com/premium/fugitives/fugitives.php

Enjoy!

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Blue Milk by Bad Irving

Another oldie but goodie...

Even a fairly happy ending, too!

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Blue Milk

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF UNDER 18!  It contains graphic sex and is for adults only.

by Bad Irving

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Blue Milk, everybody had to have it. The first true aphrodisiac. One sip or mixed in another drink and the recipient was taken over by uncontrollable lust. Yea, right. But it was the latest craze sweeping the nation and my paper wanted a story. Kind of the latest fad of the month fluff piece.

Before getting too far into the story I decided I had to try the product out to see if there was any substance to the claim. So, I went out and bought some. At $30 an ounce that was the most expensive milk I had ever bought. It was in a blue cartoon with hearts all around it. The Name Blue Milk emblazoned on all sides but other than that it looked like your ordinary small cream carton. Under Blue Milk it read "the herbal milk". Then lower on the carton it said "Ingredients, Milk, herbal extract of Chinese roots, fortified with ginseng". Oh right ginseng that old western aphrodisiac that the Chinese only had ever claim promoted good health but some P.T. Barnum type in the west declared it an aphrodisiac as a marketing ploy, and hence a legend is born. It also had an expiration date of about 2 weeks from now on the bottom of the carton. Well, you wouldn't want your aphrodisiac to go bad do you? The box also held the address for the manufacturing plant on it. Hey, at least some part of this story is going to be easy after all!

A Loveless Weekend by Reprobate/Kim Ott

Sometimes Charlotte's caps aren't always sweet.....

Sometimes there's revenge.

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Should Be a Bit More Regular

Apologies for being a bit slow but the past week or so has been very very busy and I've felt very very sick. 

But I have almost recovered (90%, I'd say). 

My goal is to post one comic, one set of caps and one story Monday through Friday. 

If the fates allow:P