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It was decided that Tom and Gretel could enjoy dessert on their own—Mrs. Downing was tired from all that cooking, and went upstairs ahead to get some rest. She did leave all the wonderful pastries and treats she had prepared for their dessert though. That, along with all the left-over sweets Tom had bought earlier that day for Gretel, meant that the hungry, growing blonde had A LOT to enjoy. For maximum comfort, Tom had suggested to Gretel that they enjoy dessert upstairs in Tom's room. He had suspected the privacy would be ideal, since, knowing Gretel, she would probably want to get nice and cosy. Tom sat down on his bed, feeling rath

"Oh my" whispered Carlton, holding open the sliding-door of the sleek black luxury van. Despite already having seen Miss Rachel earlier that day, he was still in absolute at just how…well…MASSIVE she was. The entire driveway shook as she lumbered over, and the concrete under her cracked under each earth-shaking footstep, bits of it flying off. And what's more, Miss Rachel seemed to have managed to find herself something even more obscenely inadequate to wear. "Remember the dress Randy got me, Carlton? Still fits me to a tee, doesn't it?" grinned the massive woman, her shadow looming hugely over the driver and the van. He allowed

"BUUUURRRRPPPPPPP!!!!" Rachel the cow girl let out a hefty belch, after gobbling up another doughnut from her box of twelve. The electric fan buzzed in front of her as she sat on the couch in front of the television, her cow ears twitching around her impressive horns, while her tail flicked about, shooing away the irritating flies on this hot, sticky summer day. She was about to reach for the remote to change channels when Lisa, her good friend and co-worker, walked in. The much smaller, slim-figured cow girl wasn't much to look at. In contrast to the hefty, tanned, full-figured bovine that was Rachel, Lisa was slim, her skin lacking the he

"Look at her" said Mike, sticking his head out the window as the car drove along behind the overgrown princess. "She is kinda hard to miss" commented the cameraman, who also stuck out of the window with his camera, focusing it up. "Although she does make focusing a pretty tough job". The cameraman's picture was so shaky since the ground under them was shaking with the magnitude of a very strong earthquake, as the big girl lumbered through town. They drove right between her legs, her giant foot narrowly missing their car as it crashed down onto the pavement beside them, which cracked under all that weight. "Look at all that" said Christy, l

"Oniiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!" screamed a farmer as he stormed into the bar where some of the village swordsmen were enjoying a round of sake. "Oni?" "Here?!" "Yes! She just came in from the mountain path, club a-swinging. She demands food and drink! We tried to repel her, but it only made her angrier…" explained the farmer frantically, whom the samurai suddenly noticed was rather bloody and battered-looking. "Hmph!" grunted one of the swordsmen, taking one last shot of rice wine and forcefully slamming his cup onto the wooden bar. "How dare that demon invade the sanctity of our village?! We will show her." "Be careful, she's strong—and