#coming from a background of having currently read around thirty percent of one piece

[incomingalbatross]

Somehow, the release of live-action Avatar resulted in me watching live-action One Piece instead. I have opinions about live-action One Piece now.

[meshugana1]

Could you do a story where a busty girl tries to steal the boob size of her equally busty friends, but ends up giving up almost all of her bust to them instead? And everybody remembers her as being the jealous small-chested one?

Suzie was applying her makeup at her vanity and reminded herself again that this wasn’t personal. She surveyed her work and snapped quick selfie. Her understated makeup served to highlight the regal features of her face. Her high cheekbones, pouty lips and deep blue eyes were framed by wavy shoulder length blonde hair and held up a by a delicate swanlike neck. Her proudest features however were contained in a pink deep v-neck halter top, her big full tits sat high on her chest and due to her care were still bouncy and perky with almost no sag.

A simple skirt completed her ensemble. She admired her look in the mirror for a moment longer, then grabbed her small purse and headed out the door to her apartment. During the car ride to the little get together she had arranged with her friends Tammy, Becky and Justine she once again reminded herself that her plan wasn’t personal. It didn’t matter that they thought she wasn’t as successful as they were or as classy. Tammy was a doctor and had her own practice, even so she still managed to keep her curvaceous body fat free and healthy. Susie didn’t know where she found the time.

Becky is a financial adviser and a very successful one. She spent her afternoons giving people advice that made them millions, and she never made less than fifteen percent. It could be seen in her manner of dress, she never wore anything less than handmade sulk business suits. They probably cost more than Suzie made in a year. Justine was the homemaker of the group, but that of course was after she sold of her new design for a kitchen device. It made her millions. Susie was the artist of the group, she never made any money though. She worked for tips at a coffee shop while she diddled around with painting and writing and making things. All very successful and not a one of them over thirty.

She might not have considered her current course of action had everything been the same as it was in college when they all met. She was the beautiful artist, creating things and making the mundane beautiful. Tammy, Becky and Justine were doe eyed newbies to the university. They were all smart, jumped up several grades in school and got to college before they were eighteen. Susie sort of took them under her wing, they were squat and skinny, nothing particularly special about them. But that has changed, Suzie lost touch with the group after she graduated but reconnected a month ago.

She found that all the ugly ducklings had become swans. They could’ve been models if they weren’t so dedicated to their careers. Their formerly slim builds had filled out and become curvy looking goddesses. They very much equalled her in the looks department and blew her out of the water in the career field. It wasn’t her intention to punish them for being better than her or anything, she wasn’t jealous like that. But the opportunity she was presented with was just too good to pass up. All she wanted was to deflate their egos a little, make sure that they didn’t get too full of themselves. It was some kind of spell that on elf her artsy friends had given her. She had gotten it from a genuine witch, or so Suzie was told. All it was going to do was lighten her friends up in their chests. That way they wouldn’t think they were better at ‘everything’.

Suzie finished up this thought just as she pulled into the parking lot of the small bistro. She could already see the trio out on the veranda drinking colorful concoctions and laughing about old times. “Hey girls! Remember little old me? Its been so long.” Susie said greeting each with a hug that allowed for a brief moment of physical contact with each set of breasts. She was told that it didn’t matter if they were naked or not. “It really has been a while hasn’t it? Four years right?” Tammy said. “That’s about right I think, ever since Suzie graduated.” Becky replied. “It’s so nice to catch up with you guys again.” Justine said.

“Hang on a second ladies, I need to order myself a drink.” Susie excused herself and made her way to a secluded corner of the bar top. It was there that she pulled out the piece of paper she wrote the incantation on and began to speak the words. It was all going well, no one had bothered her and she was nearly finished until she saw a particularly confusing word and stopped for a moment to think. The spell wasn’t in english and she really didn’t want to screw up any of the pronunciation. But she needed to get back to the group so she just gave it her best guess and  finished it. She actually felt a wave of electric tingles pulse through her expansive tit flesh. That must mean it was working!

She returned to her group a moment later to find them clucking away about their work and their lives. She listened with baited breath and watched all their breasts like a hawk. Susie suddenly felt the tingles return and eagerly waited to see which pair of sweater puppies was gonna go first. She saw a slight wobble come from Tammy’s breasts and zero’d in. Bitch thought she was so special cause she was a doctor. We’ll see after she becomes a flatsy patsy. But Suzie didn’t see her friends titties shrink, nor did she feel hers get any larger. In fact she thought she could see Tammy’s simple grey sweater bulge out even further.

What the hell? Thats not supposed to happen, Suzie thought. She brought her hand up to scratch at her head, and old habit, but noticed something off. Her tits were so large that she usually bumped into the side of one when she brought her hands up, but this time her left hand didn’t come into contact with anything. Worriedly she looked down and almost fainted, it looked like HER tits had shrunk! Ordinarily she was a solid HH-cup but now she looked at how her halter top, once just tight enough to give a pair of keen eyes a hint of her areoles, had started to hang off her shoulders more and she discreetly pulled it tight to her chest. It looked to her expert eyes that she was now carrying a pair of F-cups!

If one could read Suzies mind at that moment all they would be able to hear is the phrase “Oh shit!” repeated rapidly. She racked her brain searching for the answer to her problem, trying to pinpoint where the spell had gone so wrong. She had become so fixated on her own breasts she had failed to look up and see what had become of Tammy. Her own pair of H-cup tits now were no less than a colossal J-cup! Susie had no clue how Tammy’s sweater hadn’t burst. Susie couldn’t explain it but something else had crept in alongside her amazement, it almost felt like admiration for Tammy’s big fat tits.

“Is something the matter Suzie?” Tammy asked giving her a playful look. She followed Suzies gaze to her larger rack and said as a mother would to a  teenager “Don’t worry, I’m sure there’re plenty of boys looking your way Suz.” Before Szuie could reply to this odd comment the electric tingles returned and Suzie was pulled from her curious staring at Tammy back to her own smaller, but still substantial boobs. Her timing meant she could watch the whole process of her breasts shrinking before her eyes once again. It was different though, her right breast seemed to deflate rapidly first. When it was finished it left her so small she questioned if the even had enough to fill a training bra. She felt the same alien sensation in her right tit and watched it deflate like a balloon to give her a matching set of budding little 28AA cups!

A pall came over Suzie, her hands floated in the dead air where her once perfect and beautiful boobies had been. Tears were collecting in her eyes when Becky asked “Are you all right Suz?”Suzie was ready to explode, but when she looked up she could do nothing but gasp. Both Becky and Justine sported tits bigger than her head! They definitely rivaled Tammy’s Mammoth mammaries. The same feelings that Suzie felt before when Tammy’s chest expanded had returned to her ten fold. She was filled with a feeling of love and devotion that she had never felt before, and it was 100 percent focused on all her friends tits. “Uh-oh, looks like somebody is having another one of her ‘episodes’.” Tammy said with a giggle, her huge tits jiggling and jostling with even that simple motion.

“Looks that way, remember when we first met her in college? She’d just follow us around and when we tried to talk to her she’d just stare openmouthed at the goods?” Justine said, cupping her volleyball sized melons for emphasis. “I know right? Wasn’t she so cute? It’s a real shame she never developed much in the chest. But she’ll always be our happy little mascot wont she?” Becky said, patting Suzie on the head. This snapped her out of her staring and brought her back to reality. “Huh, oh right. Susie of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee reporting for duty!” she said with a mock salute, she relaxed laughing and readjusting her shirt it always seemed to come loose.

“Say guys, how about a picture for old times sake?” Susie said whipping out her phone. They all agreed to it and stood up, Becky, Justine and Tammy all in the background and Suzie in the front holding the camera. Cheese was said aloud and the group had a good laugh and another hug. They resumed their breakfast for another hour, but all good things must come to an end. They all said their goodbyes, each of the huge titted women receiving a big hug from Suzie and exchanging promises to get together more often. Susie was the last to leave, walking much more light-footed to her car. she plopped in the seat and couldn’t even wait to get home before she produced the picture of her friends glorious boobies surrounding her head. She remembered all the college nights spent jilling herself off to her friends beautifully bountiful boobs. And now she had another new picture after all these years, how could she resist?

The End. Hope y’all like it!

[glopratchet]

Heel bash

Perfect beeing : an imprefect novel. The next day, you are on your way to the university with a small bag full of books and papers. You feel like you have been running all over town, but then again that is what this job does for you. The only thing keeping you from running amok in the streets is your fear of being caught by the police or some other authority figure who might not be as understanding as you would like about such actions. Angylph speaks and says "so what is this all about" You explain to him your situation and he seems very interested in it. He asks if you know anyone who might help you out. You say no, but Angylph points at one of the students sitting near you and says "that girl there is a student here too right? She could use some extra money." "since i prefer art bots instead of aborted babies, im going to assume you're referring to terease, and cant be legion. "when i read specutalive fiction" Just then, terease and the professor enter the room. Terease instantly notices you and walks towards the bottom of the steps leading up to where the professor is. By now angylph has moved into a corner away from everyone else obviously "engrossed" by a small experimental piece made by one of his fellow students. "alright here we go" you hear the professor mutter under his breath as he waits for everyone to quiet down. "let me sit back an attempt to figure all this out" he starts wit a chuckle, "well first of all it has to be said that this school is very proud of all of you. you have shown great promise in your respective fields especiallizing top graduates like terease here who graduated summaCum laude and to be honest would have finished much earlier had she not partaken in many of the University's arts programs." Everyone starts clapping at this point and the professor raises his hand for quiet. A sea of letters is called the spooge of Satan "and so it is with great pride in your accomplishments that the following students are also graduated." The professors lets out a long list of graduates names and tereases colapses from exhaustion and joy seconds before her name is called. You are, of course, one of the students called to receive a diploma. After nearly a full hour everyone gets their scholorships ready they begin to talk amongst themselves until the professor gets everyone's attention again. The who who clicks last is a stooge "on a completely different matter" he says "i know many of you come from far places, and some of you even farther than others so we have prepared a little party for you today" everyone starts applauding again until the prof holds up his hand for silence. Taking resposibility for your mistakes as we attempt to build a maze The story is told by multiverse explorer astral wylde as he naps during the last fateful trip through the red wave. The storys background is of little consequence to anyone outside astral, but describes the idea that life on most planets in a cataclysm called "the red wave" where upon every organism capable of mutating suddenly, violently and indefinitely until no earth-like quality exists. Its the eyes, ive seen them in my dreams. Now I must draw them. There are records stored in the city of astokhan on everything astral could tell us about the city during the red wave. There are floods of blood, violent uprisings and gory riots. Mothers kill babies, governments fall and deep dark secrets are revealed as everybodies darkest sides are exposed when god walked among them. The human population decreases at an alarming rate. But fortunately it is all worth it, for you see the survivors of the plague are transform into multidimensional beings that seemingly live forever. And during one of his less fuitful periods astral saw fit to return from whatever circle of hell he exists and tell us this story in a ottoman chamber aboard our fancy airship we were dragging him through space with... OOOhhh yes the main chamber should be pretty big Thats all for now folks, see you next time on... He decides to envision chains flowing from his control bracelets into the airship and ripping out a section of the exterior to form a bubble. This bubble is gently illuminated by a combination of weak sunlight and auroras. Meanwhile the skyship falls uncontrollably towards earth spewing fire and wreckage in its wake as it does "Now this you might find interesting" he grins. From the life of a beautiful painter he once knew Part 4 "An aurora occurs when our planet's magnetic field shifts sending energetic particles into the atmosphere producing light in the upper layers, often of a multi-colored hue." The university professor tells us with her droning voice, while we sit around our glowing orbs. "Multi-colored." I write on my note papers. We have these orbs that make everything look so pretty. Astral wydle because of his supernal nature is gifted with perfect memory recall and, although not wishing to brag, an above-average use of declarative sentences. But today he donates his notes to my forgetful brain and lets me jot down whatever I wish to on his perfectly organized pages. Last class we talked about cities that never slept because their streets always had a pulse even when it was long after midnight. And he remembers watching a video from mica metrological in his flamboyant style. A ghost-like aurora over midwest states caused an entire settlement's populace to never sleep again, causing anarchy and the eventual demise of their race. "It is beautiful" he wistfully whispers I supress a laugh by exhaling in his face. Talking about a thirty percent chance of rain that evening I'm still not sure if I find his obsession odd or admirable. Something starts beeping so I peep over his shoulder at the flashing orb and read "air pressure disturbance 1000 meters above current positoin expected te be 300 kph". Looking to the side I can make out a hovering 2 meter disc. He catch me looking and aims his orbs at it. The flashing light sequence continues and skyranch anthyging textual information morphs into readable english. He remembers being at the gory hole as innocent lives were taken. Somethign important must be there or about to happen, he moves his chair slightly turning his back on me as if I'm not even here. Our skyship/home an oversized oval ring with a four-story tall observatory protruding from it has been hovering over the same location for several hours now. These magnetic neareness warnings go off fairly often but I'm not complaining this means he gets distracted pretty easily. A progressive mid tier art gallery in a trendy section of beetriotle specializing in transluscultural fluidic modernism had been open and operating for just a few hours before it was randomly annihilated yesterday erasing the lives of 20 humans and 23 androgynous beings. Almost seemed like they were being targeted, but targets were not among the debris nor any recognizable body parts. Everything appearanted to have been vaporized. Enemy Agents? Turmoil of Zwordur Methodist Church faction? Maybe even unbelievers mercenaries? Known as the bridge of noise and surrounded by a metropolis, two statues were under construction yesterday now nothing but empty round pedestals of identical height. Atmospheric disturbance unusual for the time of day. I can see in his eyes that he is troubled by this event so I sit back tilt my chair and pretend to know nothing. But of all the things he could find interest in why this? There he first learns all of beetriot is laughing at triton arcage again for losing most of its citizens to a single weapon of mass destruction. It seems water is flammable terrifying. not even slunk defends his underfunded military insultingly claiming everything was just according to keikaku---military plan---and volunteerially offered no explanation at all. As he observes the details of a painting at show known as the triumph of the colored venus a bustling section of the city blows up. He counts exactly 2 seconds before the sound arrives. There were two reflections off the city walls before his ears detected the origin of the attack. Big buildings 50 yards to his right there is lots of thick grey stuff hanging in the air temperature has risen rapidly and there are flames on sides of nearby buildings. Knowing all this without even thinking he inaudibly shouts for everyone to take immediate cover and runs behind large marble barrier. That features a group of lesbian women of darker color trampling a pale woman or maybe a man with a shaved head. "Are you okay?", he asks her with concern on his face without looking at her. It hadn't occured to him that anyone else might have been close by until now. His ghostly helmeted head pivots to his right upon hearing her response. -----"Yes, but are you? You look half dead!" -----"Am fine, some soldier I am, getting old and slow" On the faces of a group of contempory news worthy white men carrying lots of camera equipment he recognizes the man he saved from execution yesterday. He was moving after all, I guess he was faking it. He closes his eyes for a few seconds until they are gone altogether and slowly gets up. -----"That was a pretty close call, I'm surprised you reacted so quickly." -----"Heh, I must be losing my touch too then, good thing..." By emerging twenty something artist cherp cherp quintuplets rush past him into the cloud of dust inspecting an 4 foot in diamater polished steel sculpture with attachment bolts flying towards them. Known for her delicate rococo style sculptures the smog turning golden by the sun reveals one of her famous twisted balusters. Otherwise known for being forever on the hunt for new material she was probably seconds away from being reduced to rubble just the same. Even regarding as an eyesore by many he lends a helping hand and takes a small detour. Always looking at your feet it has probably saved her life several times already so why would she accept his help if he tried again? He overhears saul saint nicodemous giving cherp cherp a critique of the piece which he knows would otherwise make her sad so waits. -----"I like it, but maybe move the middle one a little to the right?" -----"Ok"*snap*. -----"No, the other one.*sigh* That wasnt good either---oooo wait----let me help. With a group of other artist friends including a bullfighter, an owner of an erotica shop, a blonde painted girl and a famous male fictional character charging from all directions he waves them back for fear of getting trampled only after they refuse to listen. Perfect execution of an ideas persons suicide in the Gucci manner the sculpture has been perfect mounted on a pole with its own leg shattering it. "Excuse me an eye master I'm looking for Blim Blam would he be around" Katharsis gale the oldest of the group in mid fourties wearing various hats asks him with an engaging smile. "Errrrr... maybe moved in recently but I don't think he is in just now" -----"That's a shame I like his work so much....but I'll leave my card just in case. tell him, not to hesitate if he needs any thing." He says uplifting her spirits she beams brightly at him and waves as she walks away giving nick lazy eyes the entire time. Bransky bronze bright supermacy in her early thirties stand next to him and waits her turn. he remembers her paintings, not having been impressed by the subject matter of cute dumb superpowers though others found them amusing enough to frame and sell. He gives her a "go ahead" nod. -----"Looking for any available artist at this time?" -----"No!" -----"OK then...Word is you have been doing alot of writing lately?" Bransky and chirp standing sliently noding there heads in approval As saul saint goes on and on with bullshit language about destruction of the More nonsense on colonialism he dedicates more time destroying her ideas than praising them Then something incredible happens for once Chirp is second guessing SAINT's choices the verbal abuse he heaps of Blim-Blim. And everyone else. He disapproves of Blim-Blim's paintings, saying that while Blim-Blim might have a good eye (naturally, being an eye master) and an excellent grasping of color and shape, he hasn't got "anything to say" as an artist. An aspect of queer theory that has a giant middle finger up at the rules of heteronormative society. He says they can be sold if framed properly and placed in the right cafe, bar or hipster clothing store to attract the right demographic as easily as magnets. And other fashionable topics of art conflict and provocation that's prevalent in avant-garde places. Hopefully it garners some attention in his small once a decade show of retarded artist rejects sells nothing and passes into obscurity or sold to an idiot for over 5 times the price years later. Your very own degenerate art grant. During this time period you have been wanting to branch out with other ventures of your own as you start to resent SAINTS inclusion of All your publications in his book if he cant even help you get Blim-Blims art, website, connections and assistantship and your writings more noticed. At the end of the sanction you all gather for everyone to find out if they have been accepted or not, Anyone with a supermacy is clearly relaxed as they anticipate the results. You can sense the agitation of some of them who arent powerful enough to easily probe their minds. "Well, I've got the results, and I have some good news and some bad news," saint says, pausing for dramatic effect. Leaving the others shocked ,crestfallen oO( what....did my photo's not make it or what...damnit I knew the colors were too bright and obnoxious.. .) or gleeful "First, the bad news: You didniet get in. Now for the good news. You can all come in for free to see all the art at the exhibition this weekendand, ahem, leave your demos outside if you want!" While kat unable to control herself goes on a giggle fit super bradly focuses his eye beams on saul saint who feels the burn of a thousand suns intensified by 400 percent muttering angrily under his breath you all get up and leave one angry little man ranting as you all giggle like school girls at his bizarre sense of humor. some peoples kids "well that answers that, We're all going peashooting after this amazing art event that will no doubt solidify our social justice creative stronghold in this city" Saul and brankys backs away with out a retort in disgust and you spend your weekend having a great time and going through three bottles of peashooters were It was noted that hack had 9 kills with shrooms, kill coin flips to see who she shot, unhygenic had one, Yoona had two unfortunately Seline not at all Speaking of seline she asks if you will help her again next weekend The group heads for the wine bar wondering about the homeless nature of astral beings And wondering if he comes from the land of lixie dixie, a southern state mostly covered in stagnant water and thick forests. The dealer of gallery motions to cherp to come her way because she wants something You thank Yk TRACE : 0 There is no way around it. I need your help." "Oh? Well what can I do?" you respond. "I'm being sold," she scowls. Trace: 0 You initially think this is one of her usual dirty jokes, but her facial expression shows that she is quite serious. "Sold?" you clarify A collector is interested in buying her work, but he's requested that she be sold together with all of her equipment. The buy in for her includes her tools, sheet music, and instruments. Everything she knows is contained within that room, it would be impossible for her to go elsewhere without losing who she is. Although you're confident that she could easily create another identity elsewhere. Despite her mistrust of the new rulers of this barren realm, selling her seems like the easiest solution to this conflict.Tip: If you're logged in, your games are auto saved for you. You can find them by clicking "My Stuff"