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Queeny's Little Subjects: Chapter 1
It was a bright, clear, and slightly brisk Spring day. Ryan always did enjoy the fresh air, and lovely days like this Saturday afternoon. As he walked down the street, a smile crept over his face. He had just had lunch at his favorite sandwich shop. With a full stomach, he was ready to head back to his apartment and work on some homework that was due on Monday.
Unfortunately, the sandwich shop was a bit of a hike away from Ryan’s apartment, but he didn’t mind. That Rueben was always worth it. And, he knew that he had fifteen minutes to walk a few more blocks, and he could catch a bus to get him home faster.
Ryan kept walking, u
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On the Origin of Species: Chapter One
Chapter one
What do you remember, Charlie?
-"The screaming had stopped some time ago, you see, and he just stood there staring at the massive wooden door. I think he was actually hoping to hear her cry out in pain once more cause the uncertainty of silence must have been unbearable. Can you imagine? It wouldn't have been proper for the Lord of the manor to enter her chambers especially with all the house folk gathered around, as they now were. That was how things were back then. He was a well respected man, you see, not just in his own household or on his home planet of Silshire but all thoughout the Colonial Empire. It was easy to see why,
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The giantess
At the time when Nature with a lusty spirit was conceiving monstrous children each day, I should have liked to live near a young giantess, like a voluptuous cat at the feet of a queen. I should have liked to see her soul and body thrive and grow without restraint in her terrible games; to divine by the mist swimming within her eyes if her heart harbored a smoldering flame; to explore leisurely her magnificent forms; to crawl me on the slopes of her enormous knees, and sometimes in summer, when the unhealthy sun makes her stretch out, weary, across the countryside, to sleep nonchalantly in the shade of her breasts, like a peaceful hamlet below a mountainside. Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), The flowers of evil (1857), sonnet/poem XIX/19. This poem/sonnet seems to me a real gem of world literature. I have always loved it and wanted to pay tribute to it here, especially for its enormous macrophile and erotic implications (I think Baudelaire was a macrophile, hehe).
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Thanks... Enjoyed reading the first part of your story. As a Minigiantess I obviously prefer the two twin sisters. They have the perfect size to slowly crush and flatten slaves under their weight. Their mother is simply too big and too heavy to give slaves any chance to survive more than fractions of a second under her, and I prefer the slow and sensual flattening that takes a little longer... 