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summerscaptions: This isn’t what I wanted, Bethany thought, I just wanted to be a little cuter, a little ditzier! She’d messed up the proportions of the potion, that must have been it. She could still change it, probably, reverse things, make herself

summerscaptions: This isn’t what I wanted, Bethany thought, I just wanted to be a little cuter, a little ditzier! She’d messed up the proportions of the potion, that must have been it. She could still change it, probably, reverse things, make herself

summerscaptions: Emily didn’t know who the guy in front of her was, or what he was smirking about. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got here, or whether or not she should be worried. She didn’t know her own last name, or what day it was,

summerscaptions: Emily didn’t know who the guy in front of her was, or what he was smirking about. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got here, or whether or not she should be worried. She didn’t know her own last name, or what day it was,

summerscaptions: I heard every word he said as he brain-fucked my roommate. Maybe that was a mistake. Initially I’d been trying to do something about it - gather evidence, I guess, or something. I approached her about it, but she just giggled and said

summerscaptions: I heard every word he said as he brain-fucked my roommate. Maybe that was a mistake. Initially I’d been trying to do something about it - gather evidence, I guess, or something. I approached her about it, but she just giggled and said

summerscaptions: I heard the door click quietly closed behind me as I walked out into the heat. The humidity was awful. Outside for three seconds and already I could feel sweat beading up all over me. I tugged my too-tiny shorts up, trying to get them

summerscaptions: I heard the door click quietly closed behind me as I walked out into the heat. The humidity was awful. Outside for three seconds and already I could feel sweat beading up all over me. I tugged my too-tiny shorts up, trying to get them

summerscaptions: Meg squeezed her tits again. She couldn’t think of anything else to do. She’d first noticed them growing about a week ago. It wasn’t much - not like her bras were suddenly too tight or anything. She was in the shower, lathering

summerscaptions: Meg squeezed her tits again. She couldn’t think of anything else to do. She’d first noticed them growing about a week ago. It wasn’t much - not like her bras were suddenly too tight or anything. She was in the shower, lathering

summerscaptions: Three-prompt story: memory, plaid, pizzeria Tina stood outside the restaurant, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Ray was going to be here soon. She couldn’t wait to meet him. He’d looked so handsome online, and he was

summerscaptions: Three-prompt story: memory, plaid, pizzeria Tina stood outside the restaurant, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Ray was going to be here soon. She couldn’t wait to meet him. He’d looked so handsome online, and he was

summerscaptions: There’s a legend in these parts that speaks of a road out in the desert. Some folks will tell you that it’s a long, straight highway, reaching directly for where the sun meets the horizon when day turns into night. Others’ll tell

summerscaptions: There’s a legend in these parts that speaks of a road out in the desert. Some folks will tell you that it’s a long, straight highway, reaching directly for where the sun meets the horizon when day turns into night. Others’ll tell

summerscaptions: Each time she looked back, he looked better. At first, she hadn’t really noticed him. Just some short, sweaty guy, poorly dressed with greasy hair. It was only the lecherous smile he was giving her that caught her eye. A few steps

summerscaptions: Each time she looked back, he looked better. At first, she hadn’t really noticed him. Just some short, sweaty guy, poorly dressed with greasy hair. It was only the lecherous smile he was giving her that caught her eye. A few steps

summerscaptions: She’d come over to pick up her things - a toothbrush, some books, clothes that she’d kept there. All the small things that get left behind, carelessly, when you become comfortable in a place. One cardboard box, she figured. In and

summerscaptions: She’d come over to pick up her things - a toothbrush, some books, clothes that she’d kept there. All the small things that get left behind, carelessly, when you become comfortable in a place. One cardboard box, she figured. In and

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