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For miles in all directions, the wasteland experienced what had to be the loudest noise ever since the bombs dropped who knows how many years before, when Clove’s body, empowered by the sudden influx of the mutagenic viral concoction, obliterated the vault he was in and the hundreds of tons of rock and sediment it was buried under. Despite clocking in at “just” under fifty or so feet in height, the amount of power that the Deathclaw’s body packed in those immense muscles was enough that the hill the vault was built inside was ripped from the ground and held high into the air, with Clove lifting it effortlessly before throwing it aside, a small-scale earthquake ensuing after the impact. As for Clove himself, his body had blossomed into a thing of glory; so enormous was he that he towered over everything around him, even the metallic ruins left over from the world before. Much like the initial transformation, he was effectively becoming a living pile of bulging muscle, his bulk haphazardly stacked on top of itself until he was having trouble seeing anything; despite the Deathclaw’s neck being a veritable tower of power, his chest and back had packed on so much mass that his head was almost swallowed up by it. All Clove could do was look upwards, seeing the vaguest hint of his own biceps threatening to overtake the rest of his body. He could feel himself bloating at that stage, every inch of his form flaring up in his mind’s eye; he could see himself, and feel himself, and with that came a sudden surge of clarity he wasn’t even aware had been there before. Much like he’d been able to figure out what the symbols on the screen meant, so too did he start to understand how his own biology worked, making it surprisingly easy for him to halt and resume his growth at will. He couldn’t shrink, that much was impossible, but he could control the rate at which he was ascending… and not just the rate, as he soon discovered, but the form as well. He started by manipulating the bulk around his head, pushing it down, as it were, until it was less a bloated mess and more a set of well-defined pecs that bulged outwards by about fifty feet. His back soon followed, being shaped to take on a more toned appearance, while the excess mass was diverted to his shoulders, seriously widening his already gigantic body. The end result was that his face was slowly allowed to rise up again, being freed of the confines of his own musculature and allowing him to directly survey how his body was looking. “Not bad,” he said to himself, “but I could stand to make it better…” With that, he went to work chiseling himself into the perfect being, at least as far as he could imagine it; rather than the misshapen heap of fibrous tissue that the mutagen was turning him into, Clove focused his energy and directed his body to instead adopt a much more rugged, conventionally attractive shape. For Deathclaw males, this of course meant maintaining his new set of body-dominating pecs, sculpting a rock-hard six-pack, and then making sure his legs were
as wide as his biceps were; not an easy feat, considering those things were already wider than the vault door itself was. Once that was finished, it was time to take all of that extra, unused mass and shove it somewhere it could be used properly; the ground rumbled and quaked once his balls ballooned outwards, enough to slam into the cracked soil and create two enormous craters. Above them, his cock was fed enough bulk to be perpetually stuck at half-mast, as wide as his torso and longer than he was tall. The pillar of vein-covered cockmeat was so alluring that Clove spent a good hour or two rubbing his entire body against it, almost losing control of himself as he did so; it took a lot of concentration, but he directed his body to keep its current proportions while he grew outwards, flattening what remained of the hill the vault was built under, and digging deep grooves into the soil wherever his claws and tail passed. The more he pleasured himself, the more the Deathclaw wanted to know what his own cum tasted like. He’d never been big enough to justify giving himself a blowjob, but now, with such fine control over his body, and a cock of that size, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to truly go wild. Halting his shaft’s growth and allowing the rest of him to surge upwards, Clove plunged the tip of his cock directly into his maw the moment he could manage it, and from that point onward allowed his entire body to process the remainder of the mutagen. This not only caused him to take on literally monumental proportions, but had an unexpected side-effect between his legs. Without him really noticing, both of his balls had begun to swell at an even faster rate than normal compared to the rest of him, without needing any input from the Deathclaw’s mind. Seeing as he was sitting down he didn’t really have the chance to notice until those titanic cum factories rolled over his legs and started flattening the ground around him. They were each producing so much that the underside of his cock was permanently bulged out, forced to deal with such immense pressure that, even without achieving orgasm, Clove was pouring hundreds of gallons of cum into his mouth at every second! The production rate was of such a scale that, even at full flow, his cock just couldn’t deal with all of the cum being stored away… until his body up and found a solution all on its own. It happened so quickly that the Deathclaw didn’t even have time to notice. A small groove appeared along the tough skin of his nuts, growing deeper and deeper as it pushed inwards. Like an invisible rope was tugged around them, their mass was forced to sink into itself; it didn’t hurt, it didn’t even register in his mind, but with a deafening gurgle and at least a 3.0 on the Richter scale, the transformation was complete, and his two orbs split into four, their mass perfectly distributed!
For a moment, Clove honestly though that would give him a reprieve from the maddening levels of cum production he was subjected to before… but of course, his body had been infused with a virus whose defining trait was forcefully mutating lifeforms, so it didn’t take long before each of those four nuts started making as much of his seed as his entire sack had before the division combined! Left without anything else to do, helpless as he watched those four tankers grow larger than him, Clove hugged his cock and started pumping it with all of his strength, hoping that a proper climax would empty him out. He got his wish after five minutes of smearing his torso against his shaft, after which his nuts suddenly stopped growing, and in unison… clenched. The deluge of cum that flooded his insides was so vast that his cock doubled in size just to deal with the sudden surge; Clove, not expecting such an immense tidal wave of cum to smack the back of his throat so hard, nearly choked on his own seed before getting a grip on his gag reflex, forcing himself to drink the uncountable tons of the virus-infused cum his balls were producing. He could tell he had been corrupted, not just by the taste of it, so reminiscent of the glass tank he’d drank from, but from the fact that he completely lost control of himself after the first taste alone. All he could do was demand that his own body retain its proportions, because he could no longer make it stop growing in every direction. The seventy-foot mark was reached within seconds, rolling over to ninety without much difficulty. His body was like a balloon, inflating wildly before shrinking down, each cycle adding more height so that the next expansion could go even further. The amount of air being displaced was so much that small tornados began to form around him, and when it all felt like it was just too much, his pecs started to bloat outwards until they took on the familiar shape of breasts, which Clove was all-too happy to use in order to titfuck himself, something he never thought would be possible. His newly-grown bosom continued to billow out, growing heavier with each second, until those colossal tits grew large enough to rest on top of his nuts, the pressure succeeding in dragging the remaining thousand or so tons of cum that yet remained right down his throat. By the end, his breasts had become so enormous that if he stood up they would drag along the ground, even at his height! What’s more, each was capped with a nipple of gargantuan proportions, looking oversized even on Clove’s already-disproportional frame; if the Deathclaw wasn’t busy drinking down the last few mouthfuls of FEV-infused cum, he would’ve realized that they were just the right size for him to handily shove his cock into… if he could only manage to bend it hard enough to get in, of course. But for someone of his girth and power, such concerns were trivial; he could simply will his body into finding a way and his brain’s sub-routines would find the most efficient solution. In fact, that’s exactly what he did after he was done drinking his fill, allowing a small
portion of his cerebral processing power to come up with an idea independently of what the rest of his brain was doing. He had no explanation for why he could do such a thing; but when he saw his cock lengthen and bend unnaturally, until it started to snake around one of his titanic breasts, he figured it would be best not to ask any questions. After all, all he had to do was politely ask himself how best to nipplefuck his own bosom, and in return he turned his manhood into some kind of serpentine member, easily twice as long as it was before and yet fully controllable, its muscles allowing Clove to maneuver it however he wished. This, obviously, meant immediately shoving it into one of his tits, at least until he realized that leaving the other one all alone was a stupid idea… upon which he crafted for himself another “solution”; shifting some of the mass from his bulky body down below, a second cock began to emerge right alongside the first one, pushing the original’s base off to the side in order to make room. Four balls, two cocks, just as it should be; at least those hyperactive cum factories had died down enough that they were merely gaining about a few inches every second, absolutely nothing compared to the monstrous giant the Deathclaw had become. It gave him plenty of time to find the most comfortable way to walk around while he had two snake-cocks protruding from his body-encompassing cleavage and thrusting needily into the mammothian set of breasts he was sporting. To anyone else, it would be a display of abhorrent excess; to Clove, it was quickly becoming just another day of the week. Much as the transformation had made him feel like a god amongst beasts, especially given how the ground was so far below him that he feared he’d crack the wasteland in half if he ever tripped, he knew when to hold back from his insane growth spurt. With his newfound power came a finer control over his bodily functions, and it became progressively easier to order his physiology around to accomplish what it was he wanted the more he put his mind to it. This meant that, if ever actually wanted it, he could force his balls to start producing virally-tainted cum at a rate too fast for even those enormous snakelike shafts to empty out; but seeing as how he still wanted to remain mobile, he thought it best to keep those snakecocks nice and dry while he nipplefucked himself. There was no need for more growth so quickly, so he could just enjoy himself in the most obscene way possible. It was genuinely surprising how little that show of depraved self-exploration affected him. In a way, he could feel how good it was, even to the point where he could succumb to it if he so desired. But in his state, so close to divinity as he was, even something like that was naught but another piece of the puzzle; to him, being able to pump himself in such a manner was just another display of how much he outranked everyone around him, and he would soon get to showing off just what exactly he could do if given the right motivation. First things first, though: he needed to return to his pack.
Getting back to the den was easy enough; at his size, it took about a hundred paces to cover the same amount of land that it took the smaller, injured version of him most of a day, after which he had to exercise extreme caution not to just squish his entire pack under a single toe. Despite the distance between them and his ears, his hearing had been improved enough that the screams of terror were perfectly clear to him, a delicious treat once he identified whose voices those were. His old pack had taken refuge inside of their den, the males trembling in fear of the colossus casting a shadow over them while the females fought themselves over whether or not they should step outside. Clove, being the merciful god that he was, decided to make the decision for them, and ripped the top of the den off the ground with a single hand, showering the Deathclaws inside with dust and debris, sending them flying for a cover that didn’t exist. Upon realizing that there was nowhere left to run, the whole pack stood there, staring in awe at the hundred-foot giant casting a shadow over them. A few even dared to speak up, stuttering as they tried to say Clove’s name, only to make everyone else stare at them in confusion; surely this monstrosity, this immense beast that was more muscle and breast than Deathclaw, wasn’t the runt of the litter? His face did look similar, but his body… could it be? Such thoughts swam inside their heads until they began to consume their thought patterns completely. The utter impossibility that was Clove began to make more and more sense as they kept thinking about it, until suddenly the whole pack found themselves wondering just what was so odd about it; of course it was the younger Deathclaw standing there, mutated beyond recognition aside from his face. They told him to toughen up... so he did, and now he was back to show them up and tell them how wrong they were to treat them so badly! Clove himself was quite happy with himself when he began noticing the expressions on his former bullies were softening over time, going from scared to accepting to downright needy. The combination of his imposing presence, powerful musk and probably a little bit of help from his expanded consciousness had yielded the results he’d been fantasizing about for years: his whole pack, prostrated in adulation, calling out for him to take them where they stood. It was especially delicious when the top female of their group, the broodmother responsible for ensuring the continuity of their bloodline, threw herself at him, only able to reach the very bottom of his foot but still eagerly rubbing herself against every inch of him she could reach. This was enough to snap the soon-to-be-old alpha out of his funk, an expression of fury adorning his face at seeing his mate forsake him to be closer to Clove… but with his mind so distorted by desire and his nose flooded with the bigger Deathclaw’s musk, it was only a matter of seconds before he succumbed to lust again. For Clove, it was the best possible outcome; if only he could shrink himself and give each and every one of them the love they deserved… but he had a better idea.
It wasn’t enough that his old pack knew who was in charge; every Deathclaw in a hundred-mile radius had to be keenly aware of that as well, just to prevent any prospective alphas from getting any ideas. Doing so was simple: his body already exuded a potent, natural musk, courtesy of his sheer size, but it could be easily coaxed into producing even more, covering him in a cloud of pheromones that were swept away in the wind, powerful enough to affect any member of his species even if he couldn’t see them. The effects on those directly around him was immediate and as powerful as the scent itself was; if they were already close to worshipping his very body in mindless adoration, then Clove’s latest trick was enough to push them off the edge and make them cry out for his name. In the distance, he could hear other packs of Deathclaws being caught up in his web, sniffing the air in his direction before mindlessly walking towards him, abandoning their hunts and attempts at mating just to get one step closer to the burgeoning Deathclaw god. But… baby steps. The first order of business was making sure they knew who the new alpha was, if it wasn’t already obvious. Doing this was simple enough; lowering one of his hands to the ground as softly as he could, he beckoned the old pack leader onto it. The little one dutifully climbed on, only to be flattened when Clove lifted him up at full speed. He was so tiny that the giant could barely even see him… which was a problem for what he had planned. He couldn’t just feed him, as even the tiniest droplet would cause him to bulge out uncontrollably, but there weren’t a lot of other options either… Clove sighed and shrugged, figuring that it would be best to just try it out anyway and hope that it worked. Giving a short look towards his right breast, he made sure to turn around after pulling his original member from within the distended nipple, so as to make sure no one was caught up in the waterfall of milk that came pouring out. The snakecock slithered up his cleavage to where the old alpha was being held on the Deathclaw’s hands… and then eagerly slammed into Clove’s palm in order to devour the little thing in a single thrust. With the previous pack leader safely within the confines of his manhood, the giant enacted the second part of his plan: a little transformation of his own. The old alpha was bathed in a raging maelstrom of FEV-infused cum, battered on all sides by currents that made oceanic storms look like puddles by comparison. Rather than being torn apart at the seams, however, his body was allowed to take it all in and grow outwards, consuming Clove’s seed until it began to take on the same kind of proportions as Clove himself did. But the captive wasn’t there to be a replacement, or even a pet; as soon as he got big enough, he’d start noticing his body was elongating, becoming a lot taller and thinner than it should be. Poor bastard probably got a couple of seconds of consciousness to realize what was happening before
Clove began to replace the very tissue on his original snakecock with the old alpha’s engorged body; the veiny surface grew coarse and rough like a Deathclaw’s hide, its base sporting the same kind of howling maw that his kind used to tear prey apart. An enormous head blossomed from his groin, perpetually stuck with its mouth open so the tongue-cock could freely move, snaking around Clove’s breast yet again until its tip, by that point replaced with a scaled-up version of the old alpha’s head, was ready to thrust into the giant nipple again. Clove stared down at what used to be a Deathclaw and was now just another one of his body parts. It would’ve been unthinkable just hours before, but it was right there in front of him; the greatest possible revenge he could’ve wrought was accomplished, and the short yelp of mindless pleasure that left his cock’s “throat” before it was muffled in another nipplefucking was the cherry on top of the perfect shake. But Clove had two snakecocks, and it wouldn’t do to only have one of them turned into some weird kind of hybrid. Thankfully for him, the male who took a special interest in “toughening him up” was right there for him to take, and though he did try to run after seeing what happened to their leader, poor thing couldn’t make it more than a couple of feet before nearly being smushed by one of Clove’s paws. He could very well absorb him through his skin at that point, add the insignificant mass to his own as a means of revenge, but seeing as how the old alpha was enjoying being one of snakecocks so badly, Clove thought it’d be rude of him not to share some of that love with his biggest bully. Effortlessly, he pinched the male’s body between two toes and threw him in the air, dislodging his second shaft from inside his nipple and using it as a second mouth; its tip opened wide, enough to swallow the smaller Deathclaw whole in a single “gulp” while he was still hanging in the air, before sending him off to be transformed by the cum-slurry. As a repeat of the alpha, this second one’s body was bent out of shape until it adapted to the snakecock around him, and for the second time that day, Clove’s groin sprouted a perpetually-howling yet silent maw with a massive snakelike, prehensile member protruding from the inside. His “victim’s” head adorned its tip, face stretched out to fit its size, an enormous tongue lolling out for just a second before Clove threw it right back inside of his left breast. With the major transformations complete, it was time for him to indulge a bit; still keeping his body at around a hundred feet in height, if only for the time being, he allowed himself to enjoy their newfound status as a god amongst Deathclaws by sitting down and relaxing onto a nearby mound, allowing the rest of his pack to climb onto him and find refuge in one of the many nooks and crannies created by his titanic bosom. Clove himself was busy watching his dicks pump up his tits; he adored watching their lengths swelling and contracting as enormous blobs of cum were forced through them, only to erupt violently into his massive breasts, swelling them up even more. It was a testament to his control over his own body that they weren’t already ten times his own size; he was keeping the FEV production under wraps until he could make sure
he would have no one to rival him, at which point he’d just go completely insane to see how far he could take himself. But unbeknownst to him, his body had developed to such a point that, even despite his best efforts, some things just… slipped through the cracks. Compared to the rest of his pack, he was simply too large to notice when the many females became “glued” to his skin, unable to pull themselves away, only to then start slowly sinking into his form. They were so tiny that Clove couldn’t tell the difference; he only knew something was wrong when he started feeling his tits being pushed upwards. With his mind capable of running his body semi-independently from his conscious desires, it wasn’t surprising that it had decided to make good use of the sudden “donation” on the part of his old pack. And seeing as how the new alpha already sported a pair of tits large enough to dominate his whole body, then it was only fitting that all of those consumed females would turn into something similar! Thusly, before Clove had any opportunity to stop it, several more pairs of tits began sprouting underneath the first, competing for space on his torso while they ballooned to match the original pair’s size. All the giant could do at that point was scramble to his feet to avoid being completely buried, only to realize with some measure of panic that he had become too heavy to even move. Acting quickly, he allowed his nuts to start pumping out FEV-infused cum, figuring that it was better for his upper pair of breasts to swell even harder so long as he could make himself stronger for what was about to come. It was a race against himself, his torso sprouting four extra rows of fast-growing tits while the rest of him desperately tried to bulk up enough to keep Clove mobile. It got to the point where his topmost pair, no longer being the dominant one, began to push against his face; the Deathclaw god saw his muzzle stuffed into his own cleavage, which rose several feet above his head, obscuring the sun and nearly deafening him with how loudly it was churning. So stuffed with FEV that they were visibly pulsating with each heartbeat, it took all of Clove’s willpower to stop the flow, at which point the damage had been done; his height had been raised to two hundred feet, his entire front was covered in breasts… and he was reasonably certain that instead of regular nipples, they were capped with the faces of his pack’s females; it would certainly explain why he could still hear them begging to be stuffed with his seed. Of course, that wasn’t the end of it. With the females having been absorbed into him and Clove too busy dealing with it to do anything else, it was the males’ time to do their duty and add to his body. And if their former companions added rows of tits, it was only fair that they make Clove’s groin even more cramped than it already was. Before the titan had time to react, his nethers began sprouting a great number of extra cocks, all of them struggling to pierce through
whatever little space was available in between his multiple cleavages; it was no easy feat, as all of those mounds of milky goodness were so immensely full that when they squished against one another, barely inches were left. Clove’s cocks had to forcefully part every inch of breastflesh just to burst free from its confines, at which point the giant Deathclaw, not wanting to have to walk around with his face getting smacked by about a dozen new shafts, began turning them all into snakecocks as well. Much like his first two, they took on the appearance of the members of the pack of he had absorbed, and seeing as how he was running out of space down below, he thought it best to reduce the number of Deathclaw heads on his nethers to three, and simply have each one possess multiple tongue-snakecocks. It didn’t really register with him how absurd his mutations had turned, mostly because he was too busy with ten simultaneous nipplefuckings driving him absolutely fucking crazy at every half-second. Moving had become a challenge in and of itself; not just because he was carrying that much weight around, but his mind was being assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure from his body going haywire with self-exploration. To most people, the idea of being on the receiving or giving end of a nipplefuck was enough to make their legs shake; and yet there he was, giving himself ten of those, while keeping around a couple of “normal” shafts in order to maintain an eternal titfuck for good measure. Each step deafened him with the sloshing of oceans of milk, only made worse when his quad-orbs began splitting into multiples once again; if he could’ve moved before, it rapidly became impossible when the remaining space between his legs was taken up by twenty rapidly-swelling nuts, each one heavy enough to flatten a steel girder, all of them together capable of lifting the Deathclaw off the ground! And there he stood… or sat, as the case may be, trapped on one side by his burgeoning cum factories and on the other by five sets of tits that just kept getting fuller the more the pumped them with his seed; and not filling them as hard as he could wasn’t an option as far as he cared. It took about two hours of carefully adjusting his FEV production and redirecting mass to make himself mobile again, if only just barely; he still had to drag his nuts around and push his tits out in front of him, leaving a massively wide trail of destruction wherever he went. By that point, the neighboring Deathclaw packs had already converged on his position, though Clove was smart enough to stop himself from absorbing them… at least until he felt it was necessary. Without any real direction or goal in mind, all he could do was move forward and hope something interesting happened; he’d heard stories of great beasts lurking in the more irradiated areas of the wasteland, of giants like him that smushed even power-armoured humans into paste with a single swift blow. If such things even existed, then they should be the perfect targets for him; he had his doubts, but if they did, he was eager to absorb them into himself, to make his body even greater than it already was. The thought alone was enough to make him shiver in
anticipation, and despite his best efforts, it allowed a few of the Deathclaws hanging onto him to be taken in by his mass. Rather than sprouting more of the usual, however, Clove had a new idea in mind. With so much already adorning his divine frame, it was a crying shame that he only had two hands to pleasure himself with. Such a shame, in fact, that he figured it best to turn those eager devotees into a brand-spankin’-new set of arms; four of them, in fact, so he could lift every breast at once if he felt like it! However, it was difficult to find space for them, as his original pair was already so swollen and bulky that he had a hard time moving it around without being forced to flex from the amount of muscle stacked onto it; and seeing as how his musculature kept growing the more he strained himself, it was rapidly becoming a problem that even he couldn’t contain. Eventually, he had to give up what he was thinking and resort to a more drastic solution: if he couldn’t find room in his torso, he’d just use his back! With a creaking so loud that some of the burnt metal around him began to shatter from the vibrations in the air, and a flood of endorphins of such a scale that Clove himself had to stop moving just to enjoy it, several pairs of arms sprouted from behind him, his spine cracking loudly enough to be mildly uncomfortable when it was forced to grow multiple new bones structures just to keep those appendages mobile. Each one was as utterly gigantic as Clove’s originals, and each was all-but forced to constantly battle for moving space with every other; this caused them to rub and squeeze their vein-covered bulk as a matter of simple fact, something that made it extremely difficult for the Deathclaw to concentrate on anything else. All he could think about was muscle. His muscle, the powerful sinew and fibrous tissue that made up his body. He wanted to flex and show it off, knowing it’d just make it grow more; he wanted the whole damn wasteland to see him swell to absurd proportions, just so he’d be visible from across the horizon. And after fighting it for what felt like too long, he finally gave in. Or he would’ve, if not for a loud, booming voice snapping out of his trance-like state. “Hey, shrimp!” The voice wasn’t familiar, or at least it was too rumbling and bassy for Clove to know who it belonged to. One thing was for certain, though: whoever spoke was at least big enough for the Deathclaw to hear. It wouldn’t be until he turned aside to look that his jaw dropped at the sight. He had thought himself big, massive even. He had thought of himself as a divine figure, a true god amongst his
lower peers. But in front of him, blocking out the sun and casting a shade large enough to make even him look tiny, was a true god. It was a gecko, or least that was the closest analogue Clove could come up with. It shared the same colours and the head was the same, but that’s where the similarities ended, for its body was so unbelievably colossal that the Deathclaw felt like he was shrinking just by looking at it. It wasn’t as mutated as Clove was, sporting only a single cock and pair of balls, as well as a more conventionally masculine body shape, albeit with horrendously oversized pecs. But what he lacked in extra assets he made up for in size, being at least thrice as tall as Clove himself was and wide enough that the Deathclaw felt like an ant about to be squished by a hammer made out of raw power. It only got worse when he actually stepped forward and came closer, at which point Clove suddenly realized the godly gecko was even larger than he thought. “I heard of an upstart trying to take my turf,” he boomed, voice powerful enough to nearly throw Clove backwards from the sonic blast, “and I’m feeling generous today, so unless you want me to eat you and take whatever made you that big, scram!” For a moment, Clove honestly considered just running away; it felt like the obvious solution to the problem, even if it made him squirm at the injustice of it all. He’d just been granted a free ticket to divinity, and here it was being revoked by someone several miles further down the line than he was. How could he hope to compete with someone of that power? “Hey, you heard me?!” the gecko’s voice raised with anger, “I said beat it, now fuck off!” It was so unfair! He’d come so far, he refused to just turn around and forget about his plans! … but wait… did he even have to? Clove beat himself up for forgetting such an obvious, and yet crucial bit of information. Why was he worrying so much about this upstart of a gecko trying to intimidate him into leaving? If that pathetic creature truly was a god like him, he wouldn’t need to resort to threats or implied violence; he’d just take what was his by right and move on! Yes, that was it, that was the truth; this thing, this big pile of muscles was nothing more than a fool pretending to be something else… and Clove would prove it. With a snap of his fingers, he allowed his body to cut loose and finally start doing some proper work on growing him out. He’d been holding back until that point, and it took the shock of seeing someone that gigantic to remind him that he was fully capable of being even larger. Each one of his breasts suddenly swelled when a deluge of FEV-cum flooded them, quickly
enough for Clove to be pushed backwards, leaving deep claw marks on the ground; this wouldn’t last long, as his nuts began to bloat with renewed production as well, the mutagen acting on them as much as it was on everything else, leading to their size exploding while the rest of the Deathclaw’s body tried to catch up. “Wha-... what the fuck?!” the gecko screamed, taking a step back when his target refused to back down, “You think you can outgrow me?! Fuckin’ runt, I’ll show you!” With that, the gecko clenched his fists and hunched over, flexing his upper body to the point where every single vein was visible to some degree or another; predictably, he began growing as well, his own bulk building on itself until it nearly buried his head. But as much as the gecko tried to compete, he was hopelessly out of his league; all he could do was increase his size linearly, while Clove was happy just multiplying himself over and over again. Without even trying, he was half the size of his opponent; mere seconds later, he was large as the gecko had been initially. He could’ve carried on, utterly dwarfing the poor thing; the two were already massive enough to be visible from over the horizon, but Clove knew he was barely even started. Still, there was something cute about that little thing thinking they were hot shit. Even after the Deathclaw matched him pound for pound, he kept trying, kept flexing in a futile attempt to dethrone the true god amongst the two. And Clove just couldn’t help but find that endearing. He opened his maw and allowed even more FEV to flood his system; it was time for a reward. | STORY |
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The discovery of the remains of a civilization on planet 9719.3, or as it’s previous occupants so imaginatively referred to it, “Earth”, went unnoticed throughout the wider galaxy. It did however cause ripples of excitement throughout the much smaller archeo-history community. Not that failed uni-planetery civilizations were particularly rare, but this “human” civilization had left behind huge sprawling cities, millions of artefacts, and hundreds of partially intact data banks; a veritable treasure trove for the archeo-history researchers to study.
Munton’s job was to reconstruct past civlizations. It was difficult work which rendered an incomplete picture of how the indigenous species and civilisation evolved, developed, and eventually ended. In this case though, the puzzle Munton was trying to complete was not missing pieces, but rather, had too many. Some pieces were oddly shaped and could not possibly fit with others. Some fit perfectly but created an image contrary to that of the puzzle as a whole. Thankfully, an almost fully intact data bank, recovered on what appeared to be an outpost on 9719.3’s moon, helped Munton to create what they hoped was an almost full, and Munton hoped accurate, history of the humans past.
Munton was enthralled. The human civilization had come so close to achieving interplanetary space travel. Munton whished that they had. What could humans have achieved had they made that step? What wonders could they have brought to rest of the galactic community? Instead, they offered only their remains.
The overgrown but still standing cities and evidence collected from hundreds of data banks suggested the human civilization did not end violently. An initial assessment, and the current consensus among researchers, suggested humanity simply petered out. A gentle, humble species that faced their own extinction with uncommon stoicism.
But Munton was not convinced. When so many artifacts had been recovered, how could none of the data banks had survived in their entirety? Why was so much of the data corrupted, or missing, or contradictory? Humanity managed to reach the moon, but made no final attempt to reach the stars? These questions troubled Munton, but not nearly as much as the new questions that they raised. If humanity did not end quickly and violently, or suffer from a slow decline into extinction, then where did they go ? | STORY |
A virus is a submicroscopic agent that acts as a parasite. It consists of a segment of DNA or RNA enclosed in a protein coat. Because they do not reproduce without a host cell, viruses are not considered to be living organisms by conventional taxonomy. However, once a virus has been shown to replicate and cause disease, it is classified as a living organism. Here are some facts about viruses.
Viruses are composed of multiple copies of the same genetic material. The genes and RNA are contained within a virus particle. To replicate a virus, several copies of a protein must self-assemble. This process follows two basic patterns. One pattern is called helical symmetry, and involves the arrangement of the protein subunits and the nucleic acid in a helix. The second pattern is icosahedral symmetry, in which the protein subunits form a symmetric shell over the nucleic acid.
Viruses contain nucleic acids. The nucleic acids are either RNA or DNA. They are both single-stranded or double-stranded. The nucleic acids are surrounded by a protective coat of protein in the form of a capsid, which is a set of microunits. Some viruses also have an envelope, which makes it difficult for the virus to survive outside of a living cell.
In a minimal virus, multiple copies of the virus’s protein subunits need to self-assemble in order to produce a continuous three-dimensional capsid. The process of self-assembly follows two basic patterns. In the helical symmetry, the protein subunits and nucleic acid are arranged in a helix. In the icosahedral symmetry, the protein subunits assemble into a symmetric shell covering the nucleic acid.
The virion is a specialized component that protects the viral nucleic acid. It contains proteins that bind to receptors on the surface of host cells. These proteins allow the virion to enter the host cell and inject the infectious nucleic acid inside. The virion has two types of capsids. Each one has a unique structure. They differ in both their size and their shapes. This type of virus can infect different types of cells.
In humans, viruses are pathogenic because they are small enough to be carried in the body. They can cause diseases in humans and animals. In the past, they were thought to be caused by bacteria, but it is now clear that viruses can also infect other organisms. This is why some virus-producing species have an unusually low immune response. The immune system must respond to a specific virus to prevent the infection. A vaccine is an ideal way to combat this type of infection.
The structure of a virus is relatively simple. It consists of genetic material in a capsule and a membrane. It has a membrane that contains its genetic material. The capsid is surrounded by a lipid envelope, which contains the host cell’s genetic material. These particles, called capsids, are made by the virus. Once a virus enters the host cell, it replicates its genome and copies its genetic material. | EDUCATION |
Alphabets (A to Z Stories) Reading Comprehension Stories
These Alphabet stories letters A to Z stories reading comprehension worksheet will help children’s build their reading comprehension skills and knowledge of the alphabets letter A to Z stories. Children’s can use these reading comprehension worksheets stories to practice reading skills like reading fluency, slight words, and alphabets letter sounds using these stories.
These worksheets are great opportunity to introduce your children’s to reading passage to answers questions as well as build phonics skills one sound at a time.
How to teach A to Z stories in classroom:
First read the question then read the passage. As you read, circle words that begin with the letter stories. After reading use the passage to help you find the answers to aligned questions.
If the children are reading these passage it is possible that they are learning alphabets letters sound and reading strategies for the 1st time. Use these worksheets with the guided reading group to build reading fluency. Have children practice reading individually, he can answer the multiple choice questions. | EDUCATION |
Bill of Rights
In this lesson, students will think about what rights the Founders felt that the government should guarantee to its citizens. They'll read and analyze the Bill of Rights, the first 10 amendments to the Constitution.
- Read the lesson and student content.
- Anticipate student difficulties and identify the differentiation options you will choose for working with your students.
- Assign students to the groups they will be working in. Try to assign a mix of ability levels to each group.
Bill of Rights Brainstorm
Most students will have at least some familiarity with the better-known amendments; this exercise is meant to help them access this knowledge and give them a baseline comparison to return to after their close reading.
- ELL: Be aware that for ELLs who are recent immigrants, this may be their first exposure to the Bill of Rights. Take time out to explain what it is, what purpose the amendments serve, etc., as needed.
Keep a list titled “We think the Bill of Rights says…” to refer back to at the end of class. Even if students have misconceptions, write them down—they will be corrected at the end of class.
Think about what you know about the Bill of Rights.
- Brainstorm as many rights as you can think of that you believe are contained in the first 10 amendments to the Constitution.
Write, then share what you know about the Bill of Rights with the rest of the class.
Group Work Discussion
Use this time to set norms for group work. Explain that students will be working in groups to analyze the Bill of Rights and to summarize each amendment for a modern audience.
Return to the list your class created about positive collaboration.
Listen as your teacher prepares the class for working with groups, and use these questions to guide your thinking.
- Are there any differences between partner work and group work?
- How is group work easier or more complicated?
- Which do you prefer and why?
First Amendment Annotation Practice
Model a close reading of the First Amendment, annotating and showing your thinking.
- SWD: Model different ways to annotate the text (highlighting, underlining, color-coding different types of information) to allow students multiple ways to demonstrate their understanding of the task.
With help from your students, compose a three-to-five-sentence summary of the rights contained in that amendment.
Follow along as your teacher does a close reading and annotation of the First Amendment.
- Help your teacher think of how to summarize this amendment for a modern audience.
Group Reading and Summary
- Assign the more complex amendments as stand-alones; the shorter ones can be paired up if needed, depending on the size of your group
- ELL: The amendments aren’t long, but they can be dense, and they require a deeper understanding of language than other unit texts. Some ELLs may benefit from working with a partner with whom they share a non-English language to better understand and summarize the content in English.
- Circulate and monitor how groups are functioning as well as the work that students are doing.
- Have each group in turn explain what was learned from the close reading of the amendment.
- Ask students to compare this list to the one they created at the beginning of the lesson: what did the students get right? What have they learned?
With your group, complete a close reading of the amendment(s) assigned to you.
- Write a short summary of each that is geared to a modern audience.
When all the groups are ready, present your work to the class.
Your Changes to the Bill of Rights
Prompt students to consider the rights of the individual as well as the rights of the entire community.
- SWD: For this task, it may be helpful to allow some students with disabilities to focus on just one of these writing prompts.
Complete Journal Entry 4 by answering the following questions.
- What is one thing you might change about the Bill of Rights?
- Is anything missing from the Bill of Rights—or is anything included that shouldn’t be? Explain.
Reading and Journal Entry
Ask students to submit their Dialectical Journal entries to you so you can check their understanding of the text.
Continue reading your Independent Reading book.
Make sure to complete Independent Reading Dialectical Journal entries. | EDUCATION |
Your students first learn about, then build simple circuits. Then they measure the voltage, and draw diagrams of the circuits they’ve created.
Each group will need:
An electric circuit provides a continuous path for electricity to flow through. There are three parts to an electric circuit:
The flow of electric particles is called electric current. Only the negatively charged particles, electrons, move through a circuit. Electric current refers to the amount of charge that passes a point in a circuit in a given time. The unit of measurement for electric current is the ampere (A), named after the French physicist André-Marie Ampère.
The typical amount of current flowing through a 100-watt incandescent light bulb is 1 A. CFL and LED bulbs use considerably less current. An average TV set draws 3 A of current, while a starter motor in a car uses 500 A. We can use an ammeter to measure the amount of electric current at any point in a circuit.
Each electron has electric potential energy. We can measure the electric potential difference, the increase or decrease in electric potential energy, by measuring the electric potential energy per coulomb of charge. A coulomb is the charge transported by a steady current of 1 ampere in 1 second. Electric potential difference, the amount of electric potential energy in every coulomb of charge, is called voltage, is measured in volts (V), and is measured by a voltmeter.
A voltmeter can be connected across a component in a circuit to measure voltage. Note that the voltmeter is connected in parallel to the component (providing an alternative path for the current) so that a small amount of current goes through the voltmeter and the rest of the current goes through the circuit path. Voltmeters can be either analog or digital. A multimeter can also be used to measure voltage.
When an electric current enters a load it converts that electrical energy. A light bulb converts electricity into heat energy and light energy.
Circuit diagrams use a universal set of symbols, so can be understood anywhere in the world. The symbols also make it easier to draw complicated circuit diagrams showing different components.
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One block is needed to make an up-and-down staircase, with one step up and one step down.
Four blocks make an up-and-down staircase with two steps up and two steps down.
How many blocks would be needed to build an up-and-down staircase with three steps up and three steps down?
What about for four steps up and four steps down?
What do you notice about the number of blocks needed each time?
Can you predict how many blocks will be needed to build an up-and-down staircase with five steps up and five steps down?
Were you right?
Explain how you would work out the number of blocks needed to build a staircase with any number of steps.
You could introduce this problem by building the staircases with one and two steps respectively. Explain how each is named and ask how many blocks are needed to build each. You could invite some learners to explain how they counted the total number of cubes in each case.
Ask the children to close their eyes and imagine the next staircase, which would have three steps up and three steps down. Can they picture in their heads (visualise) the number of blocks needed in total? Ask a few learners to explain how they were picturing the staircase and how they knew the total number of blocks.
Suggest that you'd like to know how many blocks would be needed to build a much bigger staircase, for example twenty steps up and twenty down. Invite pupils to suggest how they might answer this question if they didn't have enough cubes. Some may say to draw it, but you could protest that this would take too long! Encourage them to look carefully at the numbers they have found so far, perhaps by drawing a table on the board:
|Number of steps up
|Total number of blocks
Children do not necessarily need to know about squaring numbers in order to express the relationship, it can be explained in terms of 'multiplying a number by itself'. You may find they need to create more staircases before being able to generalise fully.
As a final challenge, ask them if they can see why square numbers are produced. You may like to show the picture in the Getting Started section, or use cubes to show the same thing. This is an ideal opportunity to emphasise that square numbers are called square numbers precisely because that
number of, for example, dots can be arranged in a square array.
Once the relationship is articulated, children will enjoy working out the number of cubes needed for huge staircases!
Can you predict the number of cubes in the next staircase? How did you know?
Do you notice any patterns in the number of steps compared with the total number of cubes?
How could you record your results for each staircase?
You could supply some children with a table ready to be filled in.
This document gives details of two possible extension ideas. Children could explore the numbers of cubes in each 'column' of the staircases, or investigate other kinds of staircases.
Place four pebbles on the sand in the form of a square. Keep adding as few pebbles as necessary to double the area. How many extra pebbles are added each time?
Investigate the different shaped bracelets you could make from 18 different spherical beads. How do they compare if you use 24 beads?
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Our Factors and Multiples lesson plan defines factor and multiple and enables students to identify the factors and multiples of whole numbers. Students are asked to complete a fun activity using playing cards, which helps solidify the concept of prime and composite numbers, as well as leverages peer learning in pairs. Students are also asked to list the factor and several multiples of each in a given list of numbers in order to demonstrate their understanding of the lesson.
At the end of the lesson, students will be able to define factor and multiple. The students will be able to find the factors and multiples of whole numbers.
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This free grammar worksheet about plurals is a fun and interactive learning activity that is ideal for kindergarten and Year 1 classes. The worksheet features a list of simple words, and the task is for the students to read each word and add an "s" to form its plural form. The worksheet also includes a space for students to draw a picture of the new plural word, encouraging them to use their creativity and imagination.
This activity is an effective way to teach children the basic concept of plurals and reinforce their understanding of how to form plurals in a simple and engaging way. | EDUCATION |
Teaching our children about their personal values is a valuable and important lesson. Learning about these core beliefs and principles can equip students with the knowledge to make wise choices for themselves. By exploring their values, kids gain greater insight into themselves, why they do what they do and how their decisions may affect themselves and those around them.
Let's go through a lesson you could do on personal values with a whole class, small group, or individual student.
Step By Step Personal Values Lesson
Define Personal Values
First, start by defining what personal values are. How have students already seen these displayed by themselves and others?
Personal values are the core beliefs and principles that shape our daily lives. They encompass how we think, how we act, and what we ultimately care about. Personal values help us determine what is essential and decide based on those priorities. Personal values include kindness, honesty, respect, integrity, and fairness.
You could ask students to define what they think personal values are in their own words.
Discuss Influences on Our Personal Values
Various factors, such as our personalities, friends and family members, cultural beliefs, and experiences, shape our values. Our perspectives on life can be molded by the people we surround ourselves with, the books we read or movies we watch, and even the conversations that occur in our daily lives.
Culture also impacts how personal values develop; different cultures have different ideas about what is important to prioritize in life. Religious beliefs or political ideologies can also determine individual values. Ultimately, it’s up to each person to decide which influencing factors will shape their value system.
Have students draw themselves at the center of a paper or write their names. They can write down the different people, places, and circumstances influencing them.
Brainstorm Possible Values
When teaching students about personal values, provide a space for them to brainstorm and discuss what they know. For example, as a group, teachers can have their third-grade students explore current events or characters in books as sources of inspiration for understanding different values.
This can be done by looking at characters' actions in stories and asking questions such as “What value does this character demonstrate?” Or, when discussing current events, teachers can ask their class, “What value do you think is most important here?”
Work with students to generate a list of values they have observed in others and themselves.
Use Personal Values Scenarios to Explore
Once you have identified various personal values, give them scenarios to predict their decision if they have a particular value. For example, if the class discusses honesty, you can provide a hypothetical situation such as, "You find a wallet with money in it."
Another option would be to give them a scenario and the decision someone made. They then have to decide what value guided that decision.
Circle - Star - Slash Personal Values Activity
Use the list of personal values that you brainstormed as a group. Give each student a copy of the list. Tell them to review the list and circle the values that are important to them. You can limit this to 7-10 values. Next, tell them to slash the values that aren't important to them. Lastly, they should look at the circled values and put a star next to the three values that are most important to them.
After identifying their three values, discuss how they influence their thoughts, feelings, actions, and decisions. Then, you can use the previous scenarios to discuss how their values impact decisions.
Personal Values Worksheets
Students will learn what values they find important and how their values affect how they act, think, and feel.
Personal values are an essential part of understanding and informing our decisions. Teaching children about personal values can help them become more self-aware and confident decision-makers. Through activities such as brainstorming possible values, exploring scenarios to demonstrate how those values influence us, and the Circle-Star-Slash activity to identify their most important three values, you can give students with a better sense of who they are and what matters most to them.
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Personal Values Lesson
Five no prep 15-minute SEL lessons you can use to teach students about their personal values - what is important to them. These print-and-go worksheets will help students learn what they value and how that affects how they feel and act.
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Probing the Seafloor
Oceanographers had been able to collect sediment and rock samples from the ocean bottom ever since the Challenger Expedition. But they did not have the technology to enable them to probe very far beneath the seafloor.
In 1968, an international group of oceanographic institutions and the U.S. National Science Foundation created a program of ocean drilling. Its initial goal was to test Tuzo Wilson's hypothesis of plate tectonics.
For 25 years, the Deep Sea Drilling Project (DSDP) operated the Glomar Challenger, a research ship 400 feet (122 meters) in length that was equipped with a drilling platform and scientific laboratories. From this platform, a string of pipes descended through water 20,000 feet (about 6,000 meters) deep into the ocean bottom. At the end of the pipes was a drill that cut into the seafloor. The system collected long, thin cylinders (meters long and centimeters wide) of sediment and rock from beneath the seafloor, called cores.
The cores provided evidence to confirm seafloor spreading and plate tectonics, but they also revealed much more. The long sections of sediments that accumulated layer by layer on the seafloor also provided a record of how the Earth's climate has changed during its history. The subseafloor sediments and rock also contained a treasure trove of clues that reveal the Earth's structure and evolution. Many of these clues cannot be found in rocks on land, because they are eroded away. But they are well-preserved below the seafloor.
The DSDP was so successful that a new international Ocean Drilling Program (ODP) was created in 1985. Ocean floor drilling continues today with a larger and more technologically advanced ship, the JOIDES Resolution. This 469-foot (143-meter) ship can drill in water that is 27,018 feet (8,234 meters) deep! It can dangle 30,030 feet (9,150 meters) of drill pipe through the hole in the center of the ship (called the "moon pool"). In addition, it has 10 laboratories where scientists can analyze the cores during cruises that typically last two months.
On drill ships, the sediment and rock cores are brought up from the bottom through the inside of the drill pipe in 30 feet long (9.5 meter) sections. Once on the deck of the ship, they are split in half. One half is studied in the ship's laboratories. The other is stored in special repositories, often called core libraries. There are three such libraries in the United States, on the East, West and Gulf coasts, and one in Bremen, Germany. Scientists from all over the world can come to these libraries and examine cores from all over the oceans-much the way you might go to a library to find a book. These core repositories will be a very valuable scientific resource for many years to come. | EDUCATION |
Like spelling and grammar, accurate punctuation is very important in communicating clearly in writing. Punctuation is the set of marks or symbols that help keep meaning clear and ensure the reader understands what is being communicated.
There are many complicated rules around punctuation that can be confusing and intimidating. In this section you will focus on the basic punctuation that ensures your everyday writing, and the writing you need to do for Functional Skills English or Essential Skills Wales Communication Level 1 assessments, is accurate and clear.
There are 14 punctuation marks commonly used in English – you will have heard of many of them. However, not all of them are vital for everyday writing, so you concentrate here on five of them: full stops, question marks, exclamation marks, commas and apostrophes.
As you develop your English skills and work through the levels and qualifications, you will meet the other punctuation marks.
In this section you also think about the use of capital letters. Like punctuation marks, there are many rules and guidelines for the use of capitals. You look now at the key points to ensure your use of capitals is accurate for everyday life, work and study. | EDUCATION |
By the end of this section, you will be able to:
- Describe early efforts to achieve rights for women
- Explain why the Equal Rights Amendment failed to be ratified
- Describe the ways in which women acquired greater rights in the twentieth century
- Analyze why women continue to experience unequal treatment
Along with African Americans, women of all races and ethnicities have long been discriminated against in the United States, and the women’s rights movement began at the same time as the movement to abolish slavery in the United States. Indeed, the women’s movement came about largely as a result of the difficulties women encountered while trying to abolish slavery. The trailblazing Seneca Falls Convention for women’s rights was held in 1848, a few years before the Civil War. But the abolition and African American civil rights movements largely eclipsed the women’s movement throughout most of the nineteenth century. Women began to campaign actively again in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, and another movement for women’s rights began in the 1960s.
THE EARLY WOMEN’S RIGHTS MOVEMENT AND WOMEN’S SUFFRAGE
At the time of the American Revolution, women had few rights. Although single women were allowed to own property, married women were not. When women married, their separate legal identities were erased under the legal principle of coverture. Not only did women adopt their husbands’ names, but all personal property they owned legally became their husbands’ property. Husbands could not sell their wives’ real property—such as land or in some states enslaved people—without their permission, but they were allowed to manage it and retain the profits. If women worked outside the home, their husbands were entitled to their wages.62 So long as a man provided food, clothing, and shelter for his wife, she was not legally allowed to leave him. Divorce was difficult and in some places impossible to obtain.63 Higher education for women was not available, and women were barred from professional positions in medicine, law, and ministry.
Following the Revolution, women’s conditions did not improve. Women were not granted the right to vote by any of the states except New Jersey, which at first allowed all taxpaying property owners to vote. However, in 1807, the law changed to limit the vote to men.64 Changes in property laws actually hurt women by making it easier for their husbands to sell their real property without their consent.
Although women had few rights, they nevertheless played an important role in transforming American society. This was especially true in the 1830s and 1840s, a time when numerous social reform movements swept across the United States. In 1832, for example, African American writer and activist Maria W. Stewart became the first American-born woman to give a speech to a mixed audience. While there was racism within the suffrage movement, including calls for segregated marches and a lack of scrutiny on the topic of lynchings, many women were active in the abolition movement and the temperance movement, which tried to end the excessive consumption of liquor.65 They often found they were hindered in their efforts, however, either by the law or by widely held beliefs that they were weak, silly creatures who should leave important issues to men.66 One of the leaders of the early women’s movement, Elizabeth Cady Stanton (Figure 5.11), was shocked and angered when she sought to attend an 1840 antislavery meeting in London, only to learn that women would not be allowed to participate and had to sit apart from the men. At this convention, she made the acquaintance of another American woman abolitionist, Lucretia Mott (Figure 5.11), who was also appalled by the male reformers’ treatment of women.67
In 1848, Stanton and Mott called for a women’s rights convention, the first ever held specifically to address the subject, at Seneca Falls, New York. At the Seneca Falls Convention, Stanton wrote the Declaration of Sentiments, which was modeled after the Declaration of Independence and proclaimed women were equal to men and deserved the same rights. Among the rights Stanton wished to see granted to women was suffrage, the right to vote. When called upon to sign the Declaration, many of the delegates feared that if women demanded the right to vote, the movement would be considered too radical and its members would become a laughingstock. The Declaration passed, but the resolution demanding suffrage was the only one that did not pass unanimously.68
Along with other feminists (advocates of women’s equality), such as her friend and colleague Susan B. Anthony, Stanton fought for rights for women besides suffrage, including the right to seek higher education. As a result of their efforts, several states passed laws that allowed married women to retain control of their property and let divorced women keep custody of their children.69 Amelia Bloomer, another activist, also campaigned for dress reform, believing women could lead better lives and be more useful to society if they were not restricted by voluminous heavy skirts and tight corsets.
The women’s rights movement attracted many women who, like Stanton and Anthony, were active in either the temperance movement, the abolition movement, or both movements. Sarah and Angelina Grimke, the daughters of a wealthy slaveholding family in South Carolina, became first abolitionists and then women’s rights activists.70 Prominent Black and formerly enslaved women such as Sojourner Truth, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, and Mary Anne Shadd Cary joined the women's movement after establishing themselves as key figures in the abolition movement. These women were known for direct, unorthodox, and effective arguments for the suffragist cause. Truth's "Ain't I A Woman" speech is among the most well known of the movement, and Cary, a lawyer, delivered a critical equality argument before the Senate Judiciary Committee..
Following the Civil War and the abolition of slavery, the women’s rights movement fragmented. Stanton and Anthony denounced the Fifteenth Amendment because it granted voting rights only to Black men and not to women of any race.71 The fight for women’s rights did not die, however. In 1869, Stanton and Anthony formed the National Woman Suffrage Association (NWSA), which demanded that the Constitution be amended to grant the right to vote to all women. It also called for more lenient divorce laws and an end to sex discrimination in employment. The less radical Lucy Stone formed the American Woman Suffrage Association (AWSA) in the same year; AWSA hoped to win the suffrage for women by working on a state-by-state basis instead of seeking to amend the Constitution.72 Four western states—Utah, Colorado, Wyoming, and Idaho—did extend the right to vote to women in the late nineteenth century, but no other states did.
Women were also granted the right to vote on matters involving liquor licenses, in school board elections, and in municipal elections in several states. However, this was often done because of stereotyped beliefs that associated women with moral reform and concern for children, not as a result of a belief in women’s equality. Furthermore, voting in municipal elections was restricted to women who owned property.73 In 1890, the two suffragist groups united to form the National American Woman Suffrage Association (NAWSA). To call attention to their cause, members circulated petitions, lobbied politicians, and held parades in which hundreds of women and girls marched through the streets (Figure 5.12).
The more radical National Woman’s Party (NWP), led by Alice Paul, advocated the use of stronger tactics. The NWP held public protests and picketed outside the White House (Figure 5.13).74 Demonstrators were often beaten and arrested, and suffragists were subjected to cruel treatment in jail. When some, like Paul, began hunger strikes to call attention to their cause, their jailers force-fed them, an incredibly painful and invasive experience for the women.75 Finally, in 1920, the triumphant passage of the Nineteenth Amendment granted all women the right to vote.
CIVIL RIGHTS AND THE EQUAL RIGHTS AMENDMENT
Just as the passage of the Thirteenth, Fourteenth, and Fifteenth Amendments did not result in equality for African Americans, the Nineteenth Amendment did not end discrimination against women in education, employment, or other areas of life, which continued to be legal. Although women could vote, they very rarely ran for or held public office. Women continued to be underrepresented in the professions, and relatively few sought advanced degrees. Until the mid-twentieth century, the ideal in U.S. society was typically for women to marry, have children, and become housewives. Those who sought work for pay outside the home were routinely denied jobs because of their sex and, when they did find employment, were paid less than men. Women who wished to remain childless or limit the number of children they had in order to work or attend college found it difficult to do so. In some states it was illegal to sell contraceptive devices, and abortions were largely illegal and difficult for women to obtain.
A second women’s rights movement emerged in the 1960s to address these problems. Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 prohibited discrimination in employment on the basis of sex as well as race, color, national origin, and religion. Nevertheless, women continued to be denied jobs because of their sex and were often sexually harassed at the workplace. In 1966, feminists who were angered by the lack of progress made by women and by the government’s lackluster enforcement of Title VII organized the National Organization for Women (NOW). NOW promoted workplace equality, including equal pay for women, and also called for the greater presence of women in public office, the professions, and graduate and professional degree programs.
NOW also declared its support for the Equal Rights Amendment (ERA), which mandated equal treatment for all regardless of sex. The ERA, written by Alice Paul and Crystal Eastman, was first proposed to Congress, unsuccessfully, in 1923. It was introduced in every Congress thereafter but did not pass both the House and the Senate until 1972. The amendment was then sent to the states for ratification with a deadline of March 22, 1979. Although many states ratified the amendment in 1972 and 1973, the ERA still lacked sufficient support as the deadline drew near. Opponents, including both women and men, argued that passage would subject women to military conscription and deny them alimony and custody of their children should they divorce.76 In 1978, Congress voted to extend the deadline for ratification to June 30, 1982. Even with the extension, however, the amendment failed to receive the support of the required thirty-eight states; by the time the deadline arrived, it had been ratified by only thirty-five, some of those had rescinded their ratifications, and no new state had ratified the ERA during the extension period (Figure 5.14). In 2020, Virginia became the thirty-eighth state to ratify, though well after the deadline. That led the U.S. House of Representatives to consider and pass legislation to remove the original deadlines. However, the Senate did not take up the legislation. In 2021, Senator Lisa Murkowski (R-AK) and Senator Ben Cardin (D-MD) introduced a new joint resolution to remove the deadline. That resolution has yet to be taken up by the Senate.77
Although the ERA failed to be ratified, Title IX of the United States Education Amendments of 1972 passed into law as a federal statute (not as an amendment, as the ERA was meant to be). Title IX applies to all educational institutions that receive federal aid and prohibits discrimination on the basis of sex in academic programs, dormitory space, health-care access, and school activities including sports. Thus, if a school receives federal aid, it cannot spend more funds on programs for men than on programs for women.
CONTINUING CHALLENGES FOR WOMEN
There is no doubt that women have made great progress since the Seneca Falls Convention. Today, more women than men attend college, and they are more likely than men to graduate.78 Women are represented in all the professions, and approximately half of all law and medical school students are women.79 Women have held Cabinet positions and have been elected to Congress. They have run for president and vice president, and four female justices currently serve on the Supreme Court. Women are also represented in all branches of the military and can serve in combat.
While women's rights have progressed well beyond where they were in the 1800s, questions of equity continue. In 2021, the massive disparities between the facilities and housing for men and women in their respective NCAA national tournaments became front page news.80 Also in the news recently were the disparities in pay and resources for the U.S. Men's and Women's National Soccer teams. Again, women received much less in terms of resources than men, despite (in this case) being the more successful international team and World Cup champions.81 In the business world, women are still underrepresented in some jobs and are less likely to hold executive positions than are men.
Many believe the glass ceiling, an invisible barrier caused by discrimination, prevents women from rising to the highest levels of American organizations, including corporations, governments, academic institutions, and religious groups. Women earn less money than men for the same work. As of 2014, fully employed women earned seventy-nine cents for every dollar earned by a fully employed man.82 This problem may be compounded by other factors, as women from under-represented groups are even more discriminated against than other women.83 Women are also more likely to be single parents than are men.84 As a result, more women live below the poverty line than do men, and, as of 2012, households headed by single women are twice as likely to live below the poverty line than those headed by single men.85 Women remain underrepresented in elective offices. As of June 2021, women held only about 27 percent of seats in Congress and only about 31 percent of seats in state legislatures.86
Women remain subject to sexual harassment in the workplace and are more likely than men to be the victims of domestic violence. Approximately one-third of all women have experienced domestic violence; one in five women is assaulted during her college years.87
Many in the United States continue to call for a ban on abortion, and states have attempted to restrict women’s access to the procedure. For example, many states have required abortion clinics to meet the same standards set for hospitals, such as corridor size and parking lot capacity, despite lack of evidence regarding the benefits of such standards. Abortion clinics, which are smaller than hospitals, often cannot meet such standards. Other restrictions include mandated counseling before the procedure and the need for minors to secure parental permission before obtaining abortion services.88 Whole Woman’s Health v. Hellerstedt (2016) cited the lack of evidence for the benefit of larger clinics and further disallowed two Texas laws that imposed special requirements on doctors in order to perform abortions.89 Furthermore, the federal government will not pay for abortions for low-income women except in cases of rape or incest or in situations in which carrying the fetus to term would endanger the life of the mother.90
To address these issues, many have called for additional protections for women. These include laws mandating equal pay for equal work. According to the doctrine of comparable worth, people should be compensated equally for work requiring comparable skills, responsibilities, and effort. Thus, even though women are underrepresented in certain fields, they should receive the same wages as men if performing jobs requiring the same level of accountability, knowledge, skills, and/or working conditions, even though the specific job may be different.
For example, garbage collectors are predominantly male. The chief job requirements are the ability to drive a sanitation truck and to lift heavy bins and toss their contents into the back of truck. The average wage for a garbage collector is $15.34 an hour.91 Most people employed as daycare workers are female, and the average pay is $9.12 an hour.92 However, the work arguably requires more skills and is a more responsible position. Daycare workers must be able to feed, clean, and dress small children; prepare meals for them; entertain them; give them medicine if required; and teach them basic skills. They must be educated in first aid and assume responsibility for the children’s safety. In terms of the skills and physical activity required and the associated level of responsibility of the job, daycare workers should be paid at least as much as garbage collectors and perhaps more. Women’s rights advocates also call for stricter enforcement of laws prohibiting sexual harassment, and for harsher punishment, such as mandatory arrest, for perpetrators of domestic violence.
Harry Burn and the Tennessee General Assembly
In 1918, the proposed Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution, extending the right to vote to all adult female citizens of the United States, was passed by both houses of Congress and sent to the states for ratification. Thirty-six votes were needed. Throughout 1918 and 1919, the Amendment dragged through legislature after legislature as pro- and anti-suffrage advocates made their arguments. By the summer of 1920, only one more state had to ratify it before it became law. The Amendment passed through Tennessee’s state Senate and went to its House of Representatives. Arguments were bitter and intense. Pro-suffrage advocates argued that the amendment would reward women for their service to the nation during World War I and that women’s supposedly greater morality would help to clean up politics. Those opposed claimed women would be degraded by entrance into the political arena and that their interests were already represented by their male relatives. On August 18, the amendment was brought for a vote before the House. The vote was closely divided, and it seemed unlikely it would pass. But as a young anti-suffrage representative waited for his vote to be counted, he remembered a note he had received from his mother that day. In it, she urged him, “Hurrah and vote for suffrage!” At the last minute, Harry Burn abruptly changed his ballot. The amendment passed the House by one vote, and eight days later, the Nineteenth Amendment was added to the Constitution.
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We use speech to make a piece of writing as easy to understand as possible. Without proper use, readers may not understand when a character is speaking, or which character is speaking.
In non-fiction writing, a pair of quotation marks/double quotation marks are normally used to add direct quotes or titles to a text. Single quotation marks are used to mark a quote within another quote.
This guide includes lots of examples, tips, and resources to help your child master their use of speech marks. Let’s dive in!
While learning how to use speech marks in academic writing is important, your child will mainly be using this punctuation mark to add dialogue to their writing. Here are some general rules and different uses for speech marks your child should know:
Notice how in the above example, an exclamation mark is still used at the end of Grudge’s statement to express that he was excited about how delicious his ice cream was! When using a question mark in speech, your child should punctuate the speech marks the same way.
In other instances, when indicating direct speech that would normally have a full stop/period at the end the sentence, we replace it with a comma:
Your child can introduce a character before their dialogue by moving the reporting clause to the front of the direct speech, and add a comma after the dialogue tag. In this case, they can then end the speech with a full stop/period, just as they would without speech marks:
It’s also important that your child starts a new line whenever they introduce a new speaker.
Notice how because a new speaker is introduced, your child should do this on a new line. This helps the story look more organized and makes it easier for the readers to know who is speaking and when!
Direct speech is the part of the sentence that’s surrounded by quotation marks. Indirect speech, on the other hand, is not surrounded by speech marks and is just written within the text like any other sentence.
In the above examples, the same speech is being expressed, but in different ways. In the direct speech example, the question is coming directly from Grudge. However, in the indirect speech example, the author is explaining to the reader the question that Grudge asked. These two ways of expressing the same speech have different implications behind them, which is why an author may choose one type of speech over the other at certain times in their stories.
In British English, single quotation marks are used more often, whereas in American English they’re only used to add a quote within a quote.
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"Bella! Let's go we have to get to school!" Says Stan
"Coming, just calm down please" Says Bella
Bella comes downstairs and they start walking to school
They get to school and go to their classes
*Bill and Bella are dating*
Their classes end and Bella sees Stan and walks over to him
"Let's go home" says Bella
Bill walks up to bella
"Hey, bella" says Bill
"Hey, bill" says Bella
Bella turns to stan
"Can Bill come with us please?" Says Bella
"Yes" says Stan
"Yay!" Says Bella
They start walking home
Bella goes to her room and sits on her bed
Bill follows her and Stan goes to his own room
Bill sits next to bella
Bella stands up and slips on water
Bella hits her head on the bed *Pretty Hard*
"OMG! Bella, are you okay?" Says Bill
Bella starts freaking out
"Stan! Bill!" Says Bella yelling
Bill hugs her trying to calm her down
Stan comes running in
Stan runs to bella and starts hugging her to calm her down
"What the fuck happened!?" Says Stan
"She, she slipped and hit her head pretty hard on her bed" says Bill
Bella is still freaking out, crying, and now yelling for Bill and Stan
"Bella, I'm right here!" Says Stan
"And Bill is right there" says stan
Bill is on one side of Bella and Stan is on the another side of Bella, they are hugging her
Bella falls asleep on Stan's lap
Stan feels happy now that she is all calm down now and so is bill
"I'm so glad, she's not freaking out anymore" say Stan
"Yeah, me too" says bill
Bella starts waking up
"Hey" Says stan
Bella looks at Stan and hugs him
"OMG! Stan I missed you!" Says Bella
"I haven't left you" says Stan
"I have to go home see ya" Says Bill
Bill leaves and goes home
"My head hurts" says Bella
"I'm sorry" says Stan
"I'm going to go get ready be right back" says Stan
Bella nods
Stan walks to his room and starts to get ready
Bellas Dad walked into her room
"Hey, bella" says David
*DAVID IS BELLAS DADS NAME*
"Hey, dad" says Bella
Her dad is drunk and mad
Bella gets Scared of her dad
"What's wrong bella!?" Say David Yelling
Bella doesn't say anything
"Say something or else!" Says David
Bella doesn't say anything
Her dad hits her HARD
Bella starts crying
And her dad hits her again HARD
He walks away and Bella sits on the floor crying
Stan walks in
"Bella!?" Says Stan
"What's wrong?" Says Stan
"D-D-Dad, hit me!" Says Bella
"What!?" Said Stan
"I'm telling mom" says Stan
Stan walks out of the room mad
"Mom!" Says Stan yelling
"What?" Says Audrey
*AUDREY IS THEIR MOMS NAME*
"Dad hit bella" says Stan
"Omg, is she okay?" Says Audrey
"Yes but you need to do something" says Stan
"I will tomorrow its too late" says Audrey
Stan runs to his room
"Stan!" Yells Bella
Stan comes running Into her room
"Please don't leave me, I don't wanna be alone" says Bella
"Okay" says Stan
Stan sits down next to bella
Bella lays her head on Stans lap
Bella starts to fall asleep
Stan smiles
And Bella is asleep
Stan lays back and falls asleep
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The purpose of this lesson is for students to identify shapes that are the same.
Students make connections between real world objects and flat shapes. For example, students match a plate with a circle. Students also identify shapes that are the same regardless of their size or orientation. Students may identify solid shapes as flat shapes, which is fine for this point in the year. The difference between flat and solid shapes will be investigated in a later unit.
- Action and Expression
- Identify shapes that are the same.
- Let’s find shapes that are the same.
Materials to Gather
- Gather materials from:
- Picture Books, Stages 1-3
- Bingo, Stages 1 and 2
- Shake and Spill, Stages 1 and 2
Teacher Reflection Questions
What opportunities outside of math class do you have for encouraging students to see and describe the different shapes that make up objects in the environment? | EDUCATION |
Excerpt from zigilun ziti’s ‘Peace Be The Stars: I once knew a human. He was small for his kind and a bit slimmer than I had read most to be. Nonetheless me and him became great friends. His name, however abnormal to me rolled off his tongue like dilint fruit, was Daniel (Da-nei-al). Daniel and I spent most of our time amongst the cruiser together. He once said i reminded him of his father. When asked he claimed it was a compliment and that his father was a very kind and soft man. To quote “the kind of guy you could bring home to mama, but he met my mama before I did” I guess this was a human saying as I didn’t, and still don’t, quite understand it.
Me and him shared stories and talked about general life philosophy over games of pliud and a human game that he taught me called chess (ch-e-s). This particular game brought up a conversation about warfare, since the game revolves around a general theme of a human war. During this conversation I found out that Daniel had been a warrior during the last war of earth known in their history as “war of unity”. If you ask Daniel he would say he is still a warrior although his fighting days are behind him. He used another saying I don’t understand at the time “once a marine always a marine, you don’t ever get the marine out of the man. Ever”. He told stories of the battles he participated in and some about battles he didn’t fight in but helped out in the aftermath. He did admit that he kept the more chilling stories from my ears. I didn’t press further, I know warriors carry their own war within.
There came a time where our cruiser was hailed and boarded by a small flumin class frigate. During the boarding I stood in my quarters and awaited the inevitable arrival of a pirate to take payment to allow me to keep traveling unbothered. Daniel, who was in my quarters at the time, didn’t like the idea of this. He had told me he flew in space before but never on the outskirts like we were now. Daniel hid behind the jutted out door frame. Once the pirate, who was of Xoxal origin, entered the room Daniel then proceeded to climb on top of his 8ft tall body and then began to repeatedly stab at his head until the pirate collapsed onto the ground.
What happened after that was a blur but I’ll do my best to describe the event to my best efforts. Daniel then proceeded to pick up the Xoxal’s firearm and asked me how to work it. After I responded with silence he then figured out how to fire and refill the weapon in a matter of seconds. Then exited down the hallway and, do what I can only accurately describe as, waged a one man war against the pirates. That lasted about five minutes before they retreated back to their ship still under fire from Daniel. I cannot describe in this book exactly what Daniel did and how he did it. To even attempt would be to do it an injustice. I have read that humans saw war as a form of art. Daniel confirmed that knowledge, he fought like no warrior known to me. Used tactics I hadn’t seen, used objects as weapons in such a way that I will never see them the same again. I now understood what he said before about “once a marine always a marine”. In humanity once you learn how to fight, you’re a warrior. Upon researching what a ‘marine’ exactly is, I came to the realization that of all life humans are the only ones capable of being the most kind compassionate creatures around you in one moment and can become the most dangerous, blood driven, and protective creatures you will ever meet in the next moment.
Edit: corrected disjustic to injustice. Apparently that’s just slang where I come from | STORY |
𝗕𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴
-- a cathy_maybank story--
𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 and 𝐉𝐉 are like oil
and water-they just don't
mix. Their clashing personalities and bitter
exchanges make it clear that they'd rather
be anywhere but in each other's presence.
However, when their friends start dating and force them to spend
time together.
They slowly realize that
there's more to each
other than meets the
eye. Will they let their
hatred consume them, or
will they give in to the
growing attraction?.....
𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭
𝖲𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗆 ᵃˢ
𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻
17 ✿︎ 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
instagram ; 𝗔𝘀𝗵.𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻
𝖫𝗈𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 ᵃˢ
𝗡𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻
17 ✿︎ 𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘴 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 ; 𝗡𝗼𝗮𝗵𝗵_𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻
𝖬𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗒𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ᵃˢ
𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻
17 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆; 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁.𝖢𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇
︎
𝖣𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒 ᵃˢ
𝗥𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻
18 ✿︎ 𝘓𝘦𝘰 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆; 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾_𝖢𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇
𝖱𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝖯𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗈𝗐 ᵃˢ
𝗝𝗝 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸
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𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆; 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗋.𝖩𝖩
𝖬𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖡𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒 ᵃˢ
𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗮
17 ✿︎ 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢 ✿︎ 𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆; 𝖪𝗂𝖾_𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋𝖺
𝖩𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖣𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌 ᵃˢ
𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱
17 ✿︎ 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘰 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆; 𝖯𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖧𝖺𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 ᵃˢ
𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗕 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲
17 ✿︎ 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 ✿︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆; 𝖩𝖡..𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖪𝖾𝗅𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌
𝗣𝘀: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲! ☺︎︎
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘂𝘂 𝘀𝗺𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗟𝗟𝗟𝗟𝗟𝗟𝗟 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
- 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙮 | STORY |
Wrath of Serpentess: Pawstruck
Kevin chuckled at the computer screen as his favorite character executed one of her brand-new attacks. Through the intense customization that Sorcery.Net offered its players just about anything was possible if you knew how to do it. On the Shattered Shards RPG servers one could utilize their own character models, textures, animations and the like, just as long as certain standards were adhered to. With some understanding of the way damage was assigned based on area of effect, activation time, and the cool-down time for each attack, one could easily create the optimal attack chain.
On top of that, Kevin was interested in optimization of a completely different sort. He played on the general audience sever, rather than the adults only, anything goes, sex-crazed server. He wasn't interested in seeing people bludgeon baddies to death with their giant eight foot prehensile penises, or rolling over them with half-ton warrior-women whose cultural upbringing allowed them only to dine on solid blocks of lard. Any idiot could slap on a nude text and rub his toon raunchily against other players. It took real skill to be seductive, sexual, and skillful without being lewd, vulgar, or obvious. Kevin had taken his character's model from a Japanese Holo-Porn game and had run it through SorcNet's stylization filters. The rather busty catgirl he'd started with had been converted by the feature exaggeration system and a bit of an anime tinge into an over the top, porn starlet looking, golden-furred sex goddess.
Kevin had done a great deal of work on the textures and light maps. You couldn't have fur rendered with the same detail as the hairstyles the in-game avatars had; it would cause lag, and the servers had a limit on what would be allowed in these regards. Kevin took Pawstruck just about to the limit with the details that could be done. The combat dancer's platinum blonde hair was actually scaled down a bit. There was only so much detail and life-like movement that could be put into it before you had diminishing returns. Instead Kevin had used the extra 'hair' to simulate short fur on Pawstruck's ears and tail, as well as giving her a small, cute mane upon her chest and neck. The character was a class of Kevin's own design, primarily single-target melee-damage with some area of effect attacks, but Pawstruck's primary party role was providing healing and buffs, which were chained to all of her more entertaining attacks.
Each attack animation had been selected and altered to be cute and sexy without being overtly sexual. With the loincloth the golden furred tigress wore her repertoire of kicks almost always resulted in a bit of a panty shot; a glimpse of lily white amidst Pawstruck's red dragon scale clothing.
Pawstruck was the top-rated Team PvP participant on the server; she was distracting to friend and foe alike. Her buffs made sure that she'd always be credited with an assist, but her damage buffs were calculated so that most PvP built single-target attack chains would leave a little sliver of life, just enough for the damage over time bonuses that her equipment inflicted to deal the finishing touches. The quarter second damage ticks would be guaranteed to hit before even the quickest animating attack allowed could.
Pawstruck couldn't usually take out another PC on her own, unless she could attack from behind. For that Kevin used attacks that resulted in her moving around her foe at the same speed that the auto-focus would make the character turn towards an attacker, it was legal, but highly frowned upon.
Kevin laughed as his opponent sent him a PM complimenting Pawstruck's 'nice moves.' He'd added a couple of grapple and throw type moves, one of which involved the dancer leaping onto her foe's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck before falling back for the throw.
Pawstruck was a very amusing character to watch. Kevin had gotten almost all his best gear as donations from the twice weekly gladiatorial battles. Pawstruck had a special moveset for those, even more crowd pleasing than her typical combat moves.
His eyes darted to the small clock in the corner of the computer screen, and he let out a sigh. His roommate, Elana, should have been home a good 45 minutes ago, and she was the only one who could open their mailbox and thus retrieve the package that the shipping manifest online told him was there.
The package had to have arrived today, after all, the big event was tonight and shipping was guaranteed for Halloween, thus today, thus the package was there, thus Elana needed to get home and give him his costume.
The apartment was in her name and the name of Kevin's cousin Jane, who was celebrating her college graduation with a several-month trip to Europe. For the six months she was away Kevin had taken her spot in the apartment. His selling off of max-level characters and offering his power leveling services didn't make enough to afford a decent apartment all on his own. Well, not if he wanted to eat more than peanut butter and ramen noodles and have a halfway decent internet connection. He'd gotten a few grants to help with business expenses, which was how he managed to afford the costume in the first place. The ReNA people were making easy-use special effects outfits, like the kind that they used in movies for aliens and monsters and stuff. It wasn't the intense, permanent, nano-cosmetic reshaping stuff used to give people pointed ears, or to make your eyes naturally cat-like, or to permanent make your hair neon blue, but that was a good thing. Maybe.
Kevin's costume was going to be used for a few hours at the party, and then a few hours with a professional photographer to use for promotional purposes on his website, with logos and banners and stuff. He was hoping he could convince Elana to come along, her own costume would fit right in alongside his own.
The ReNA outfit Kevin had purchased was halfway between Conan the Barbarian and Pawstruck. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who would be dressing up as a girl with the ReNA outfit, even if the system had recommended going with the catgirl since with his small build it would be cheaper to use the default amount of nano-matter to add on a few curves, a tail, ears, and breasts rather than filling his five and a half foot, 98 pound weakling frame up to the strapping cat-warrior proportions with massive muscles that he'd wanted. In fact he had to scam ReNA out of a discount in order to get his costume to fall within the amount his most recent grant would allow for advertising expenses. Elana had wanted one as well, and the company was offering couples a discount. Apparently programming them in tandem was a lot less labor intensive than programming two individually, and thus it had dropped the cost by a good hundred dollars.
It was still more than a decent laptop cost, and Kevin had a hard time justifying it, until he found that he could enroll in the beta testing program and get another 200 knocked off of each suit, though he hadn't told Elena that and pocketed the difference.
After the testing Kevin was supposed to go in to test a permanent ReNA version of the bulking up nanotech program, which was supposed to pay big bucks as well. Hopefully if everything went according to plan Kevin would no longer look like the alpha nerd that he had always been, and he'd have a foot in the door with ReNA as a beta tester. Having one alteration (entirely reversible) every three to six months wouldn't be a problem, unless it was something weird, and probably not even then.
No one would know Kevin on sight, after all, except for a few close friends. Mostly he chatted online. His guildmate Dan had managed to get him an invite to the Cavendish party, which was going to be the biggest gathering in town of the rich teens and twenty-somethings. With his awesomely handsome feline warrior persona, Kevin was quite sure he was going to get laid at the party. After all, he'd taken care to provide the same amount of detail for the suit that he'd used to make his Pawstruck model. He'd actually contemplated getting the character done up as his costume instead, but it was bad enough being hit on by guys online, and he wasn't exactly sure how far the 'natural and reversible mental modifications' used to give the costume's wearer the proper movements and personality of the character would go. He was counting on the suit's program to be able to overcome his natural shyness and awkwardness in large groups. But if the suits were as good as they reviewed as it ought to be just as good as Kevin had dreamed for a good three months.
The nerdy Kevin heard the loud slam and the interesting sound of the doorstop spring wobbling from side to side after the impact, the door was heavy and the latch was stuck and thus needed a good thwack to open, and it made an especially loud noise when someone rammed into it going backward with a large box in their hands.
Kevin grinned and signed off his Sorcery.Net account, he wanted to make sure all the bugs were ironed out of the suit before the party, and maybe even trying out a few of the more interesting mods he saw online. With the beta testing program, the testers were encouraged to experiment all they liked with the suits. Unlike the normal models, these wouldn't automatically shut off after 24 hours. They were licensed for a week of testing, and you could go on ReNA's website and renew them for as long as you wanted.
"Awesome! My costume came!" Kevin said with a grin as he pulled the knife he'd gotten from a local renn-faire from his belt. He bought a lot of stuff online, and the thing was useful for opening boxes and clamshell packaging.
"Thank you for purchasing a ReNA costume kit!" said a small device from inside the box. It was a simple, biodegradable piece of hardware that could give its message two or three times, and then release enzymes that started breaking it down. Not wanting Elena to hear about the beta thing, and thus demand her $200 back, Kevin scooped up the device, opened the closet containing the trash can, and dropped the chatterbox inside.
Before Elena had the chance to react, Kevin reached into the box, pushing aside his roommate's black costume, instead snatching up his own orange colored bundle, as well as the six canisters of nanomatter beneath it. He wasn't sure how many to use, and since nanometer could easily be molded and reshaped by the suit he'd figured he should get too much, rather than too little.
"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin bragged triumphantly, a smirk on his face. He didn't know where Elena was going, but he knew for a fact she wasn't going to rub shoulders with all the rich babes that were going to have ReNA turn up their sexiness to 11.
Kevin carried the heavy burden to the living room, dropping the nano-matter canisters, which were like tennis ball tubes that felt like they were filled with iron shot, on the couch. He quickly began stripping, as the suit was supposed to be worn beneath clothing, though it could seep its way through if it needed to.
Though it might've been leftovers from playing as Pawstruck, Kevin found himself half hard as he unfolded the golden orange and black stripped suit. The slick nano-fabric was cool and slick against his skin as he pulled it on, first slipping his feet down the legs, into the suit's own feet. For the moment they looked rather like boots on the end of a set of fishing waders, but Kevin was sure they'd tighten up once everything was secured. Elena's outfit was pretty much just a covering; she'd gone with the thing primarily for looks. Kevin was in it for the experience, and had added the extra ten bucks to get the full sensation for the suit. It was a deeper tie in to his nervous system, but it was completely safe and would be worth it. Especially when he found a hottie to seduce at the Cavendish party. He wanted every little bit of him to feel as real as possible, both to him and any potential lovers he might encounter. So soft, sleek, sexy fur was in order, to provide a wonderfully comfortable coating for the party sluts to snuggle up against, as well as for Kevin to enjoy while they petted him. Potentially.
He was almost achingly hard by the time he'd gotten his arms in the sleeves and the hood pulled up. He'd been looking forward to tonight for so long, and the elusive prize of sexual intercourse would soon be within his grasp. He let out a chuckle as he pressed the activator tab, ready and eager to start his transformation into the cat-creature of his dreams.
Unfortunately for Kevin, he was quickly going to learn that they were his wet dreams.
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"Greetings, User," the suit said in a pleasant female voice, somehow bypassing Kevin;s ears and speaking to him directly in the mind, "I am ReNA Prototype Command HAV-Feline, currently connecting to Wi-Fi to obtain the latest beta operators from ReNA.com, one moment please."
The young man felt a bit antsy, wanting to get the suit up and running as soon as possible. But he was well aware of the benefits of having his hardware fully up to date and operating at peak efficiency.
"Apologies for the wait, it will be several minutes before the patches are fully up and operational, though in the mean time we can begin activation on the suit's primary physical structure, which has not been updated. Would this be preferable?" the cool, calm, ever so slightly robotic female voice asked. The voice sounded kind of like the evil computer villain from Kevin's favorite first-person shooter, except with all the crazy sucked out and replaced with sexy.
"Uh... sure." Kevin said with a shrug, letting out a small gasp as he felt the nanomatter going to work.
"Also, the beta modification for permanent enhancement has been cleared for product testing. Would you like this installed as well?"
Kevin grinned, "Fuck yeah! That'll give you a better base to work with, so with the suit fully active it'll make me even bigger and more muscular, right?"
"Correct!" replied the suit, "The Command HAV protocols have been downloaded, and are being installed to your suit as part of the beta testing. Unlike a standard ReNA suit, myself and Serpentess are able to utilize latent networking functions to exert some control over other ReNA suits. Would you like..."
"Sure, just do whatever is needed for full operation for the beta testing." Kevin said, interrupting. He moaned a bit as he felt himself altering, a warm tingle suffusing his body.
"There are several additional mods that I am able to beta test. ReNA is offering one hundred dollars compensation for the use and full testing of each. Would you..."
"For three hundred bucks? Sure! I'll do anything!" The beta testing just about covered the cost of his own suit.
"Suit Serpentess is about to initiate nanomatter formation, would you like to have your partner engage in the beta for these modules as well for additional compensation?" the suit's computer said, sounding almost amused.
"Hell yeah!" Kevin said excitedly.
"Compensation will be delivered as a chargeback on your credit card or as..."
"That's good," the grinning young man in the orange-gold latex suit said quickly, "a chargeback would be just great."
Damn, that covered the cost of Kevin's suit entirely, and most of Elena's. In fact, with the two hundred bucks he'd scammed her out of, he came out even.
"Patches and modules fully applied to myself and Serpentess. Activating beta modules..."
There was a strange sensation spreading though Kevin's mind, memories, thoughts, emotions, and desires looked over too fast to process. It was quite a rush, filling him with an adrenaline spike. His body gave off a few soft pops, the body boosting procedure adding to his height. Kevin could feel the muscles being artificially stimulated as the nanites built onto them. He wished there was a mirror in his computing lair so he could see what he looked like.
But comparing himself to the back of the couch, he had grown at least three or four inches, as it was no longer even with his waist.
"Thirty three percent of the primary physique boost is complete. Utilizing a proprietary process of converting nanomatter into bio-identical tissue, you will naturally reach approximately half the height adjustment you requested for your costume. Please open the first canister of nanomatter so that we can continue."
"S-sure!" Kevin said, feeling giddy. He placed a hand on the metal container, the slick orange fabric of the suit oozed off of his fingers and onto the cap, activating the plug of 'guardian' nanites that would assure tamper prevention. The nanomatter was a sort of fluid, a suspension of the nanites in some sort of inorganic formula they could use to build things. Typically artificial muscles and tissue and the like, typically it was only about half as good as the real stuff.
"Beta module: Mindscan complete. Testing criteria one of two met. Beta module: Computer Mindlink activating, computer network access requires password, password retrieved from Mindscan results, activating... processing..."
It was incredible; Kevin could FEEL the inside of his computer, accessing everything at the blink of an eye. In moments he read over the entire collection of Pawstruck fiction he'd written, the erotic comics he'd had commissioned, and each and every pin up and porn pic that had been done of her.
There were other things, but nothing managed to stir quite the emotional response from him. Having the thought of his favorite creation in all her glory, implanted directly into his mind made him horny as hell. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing, and nano-enlarged, erection and began stroking himself slowly.
"Beta module: Subconscious desires and fantasy fulfillment activated. Applying... creating interface personality kit and communications array..." the suit's computer said in its cold voice.
"Personality interface complete, activating..." the voice seemed to change, becoming more excitable, happy, bouncy, and pleasant.
"Hello, Master," the suit purred, "I'm Pawstruck, and I'll be taking the place of boring ol' HAV-X while you're wearing me."
Kevin gasped his eyes wide. The voice was just how he'd imaged his creation to sound. He felt a caress upon his chest, like fingertips brushing over his growing muscles, in his mind there was an image of the seductive feline behind him, her fingertips mirroring the sensations he felt upon his chest.
"Mmm... now let me be a good girl and take care of this." She purred, her delicate, padded hand nudging Kevin's aside and wrapping around his member, "My master should not have to do this one his or her own, you know."
He groaned softly as Pawstruck continued, peppering his neck with kisses, "Well, you know what? I've went and made a couple mod profiles for you, since with me going to work making you all sexy and studly underneath me and having a bigger base to build on, as well as the results from the other three beta modules we've installed. So one of them is as close to the original layout as I can go, one is that form mixed with some attributes that I just know you'll love..."
Kevin got an image of being nearly seven, maybe seven and a half feet tall, with Pawstruck on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his fourteen inch cock.
"And there's one that I've put together to make all your wildest dreams come true, you and me, together, as long as you're wearing me. All of them have, pretty much, the things you wanted for your behavior mods, so..." the catgirl's lips pressed softly against his own. "What do you want to be?"
Kevin moaned with delight, his dream girl as good at teasing him and making him feel incredible, just as he'd written her. The lovely little submissive, snuggly, sex-hungry catgirl whore of his dreams. "W-wildest dreams?" he whispered.
"Oh yeah, those wonderful, dark, demented little thoughts and ideas that make you rock hard and messy in your dreams, the ones that leave you more fulfilled than any fapping during your conscious hours, the ones juuuuust beyond the fog of your mind that you can never remember, only knowing that they were the greatest thing ever and that you want to go back to them every night, all night, if you could. Exploring the land of your dreams as this idealized being..." Pawstruck purred, "I can make you that individual."
"Y-yes, please, yes..." Kevin moaned, collapsing on the couch as his knees grew weak with pleasure. "Do whatever it takes, install any mods, any behavior alterations, anything... just let me live those wonderful dreams."
"I'd love to." Pawstruck purred, her mental image moving to be astride Kevin, rather than behind him. He could see himself from a third person perspective, maybe a foot taller and fifty pounds of muscle heavier. Kevin didn't look quite as Conan-esque as he'd wanted, but there were still another five canisters of nanomatter to use to get things just right.
Pawstruck lowered herself down onto him, her bluntly clawed fingertips tracing over his biceps, making stripes appear upon the orange suit, which began to grow tighter, finally activating fully to make itself look like a part of Kevin, rather than something he was wearing. It flowed over his face and hair, adding to his tigerish looks, giving him the platinum blonde hair he'd wanted with the outfit. Essentially being Pawstruck's male equivalent in the fantasy genre, a big and powerful tiger barbarian, rather than a lithe, agile, and busty catgirl.
The nanites began to add onto him, his nails seeming to extend into the same blunt claws as Pawstruck, he could feel his tongue grow rough, all the better to pleasure the beauties he'd no doubt be finding at the costume party tonight. His ears began to reshape, taking on the elven points he'd requested. He felt a little too squeamish to get anything that would actually involve being reshaped, aside from the physique booster. So he'd gone with elven ears rather than feline. But Pawstruck seemed to be disappointed, a pout appearing on her perfect face.
"Oh come on, you know you want to be the perfect kitty..." she purred, toying with Kevin's pointed ears.
She was growling softly with each exhalation, a touch that Kevin thought was sexy, the half-beast girl unable to fully control her feral side while being pleasured, able to easily be reduced from a fully sentient she-cat to a yeowling sex-kitten in heat. He couldn't resist her, and to be honest he'd wanted the cat ears but was unable to overcome his nervousness and discomfort. He'd thought it would hurt. But it felt just like the muscle and bone alterations, gentle, warm, and kind of ticklish.
"There we are," Pawstruck purred, stroking her master's ears, caressing his growing hair. He'd wanted it to be nice and long, perfect, silky smooth, and flowing. Kind of like the elves in the Lord of the Rings movies, except with a more masculine look.
Kevin felt three more of the nanomatter canisters opening, flowing over him, into him. His body seemed done growing height wise now, and was more concerned with being filled out. His body was tall and willowy, like a basketball player, rather than a bodybuilder. But he was sure that was all about to change.
"Oh yeah, it's going to change so much!" Pawstruck cried, panting, "You're going to love it!"
Everything felt so good, so sensitive, so warm... even Pawstruck's tongue over his nipple felt wonderful. Her softly padded palms stroked and caressed his growing chest, making Kevin moan with delight. He could feel himself filling out in other areas as well, it felt heavenly.
Kevin cracked his eyes open, not relying on the projection of his form in his mind, he wanted to see it for himself. He looked down over his tawny furred form, admiring his six pack and his pectorals. Though they looked a bit big in comparison to the rest of his chest. Maybe the nanites were working on one muscle group at a time?
The bones in Kevin's face popped softly, reforming his features more towards ideal of human perfection. He cried out as a sudden sensation of pins and needles filled him, a new limb suddenly added to his senses. He moaned as his new tail swayed back and forth, fluffy and snow-leopard like. His new feline ears twitched at the sound he made. It sounded.... feminine?
Kevin opened his eyes again and looked down at his body, he could see that his butt and hips had grown thicker, mass seemingly pulled from his waist to fuel the change. His hands were slender, equally as girlish.
He shrieked, the sound completely and utterly feminine. He brought his hands to the growing breasts upon his anatomy, letting out a soft cry of pleasure, they were totally real, not an illusion or projection.
"Wh-what..." he stuttered, a familiar voice, but not his own, pouring sexily from his throat.
"You want to be me," Purred Pawstruck, "You've always wanted to be me."
Kevin fell off the couch, crawling on all fours away from the canisters of nanomatter, not wanting to have any further female alterations.
"That's not going to work. We have more than enough material to make you into me." She purred.
"I... I don't..." Kevin protested.
"Sweetie, you know you don't have any attachment to that silly, stick-thin thing you called a body until ninety seconds ago..."
Kevin's eyes widened, how was that possible? It seemed like almost an hour had passed since he'd put on the suit.
"Our introduction happened at the speed of thought," Pawstruck explained, "Elena's just put on her suit and had her alterations start as well. I took the liberty of pulling a few things from your own mind for Serpentess to suggest to her own, to see if our users fantasies are perfectly compatible."
"St-stop it!" Kevin begged, "I don't want to be you!"
Pawstruck laughed, "Of course not! You want just about everything, all the things you love about girls, all the bits you want to have fun with, to love, lick, stroke, pet, and caress. All of that will be available for you any time you want now. All you need to do to see the girl of your dreams is to look into the mirror."
The mental image of the tigress was sitting on Kevin's back, her tail curled around his cock, which was still growing.
"You don't want to be a girl, I know that. But at the same time you find it far more sexy to have two girls having fun together than a girl and a boy. You and I both know full well about all those delicious pics you have, just take the important bit of the boy and stick it on one of the girls. What are you complaining about? You get to keep all the important plumbing, never have to worry about periods, and you still get the big, bountiful, beautiful boobies that you've always wanted to get your hands on."
"No! I don't want to b-b-be..." Kevin protested, his body continuing to take on an increasingly feminine form even as his muscles continued to grow, but far slower than his tits. They surpassed those on the Pawstruck character model easily, in game she was supposed to be sexy, but not a blatantly obvious sex-beast, though most of the art he'd had done was of a far bustier version.
Kevin cried out as a mental barrier broke down in his mind, drowning him in a deluge of forgotten dreams, all of them of the wet sort, all the ones he could never remember, all of them featuring himself as Pawstruck, save for having a cock.
"I'm not!" Kevin whimpered, "I'm not! I'm not!"
"Sssh, sssh, sssh," Pawstruck purred, "You don't have to pretend with me. I know all the things you know, and all the things you lie to yourself about. This is turning you on more than any artist's impression of us could ever do. Our cock is a mess; we've been pouring out precum like a spigot just about since you put me on."
Kevin could feel the precum, thick, cool, and slick, it oozed down his shaft, over his balls, saturated his thighs, dripped down onto the floor in this, sticky gobs. He felt like crying, and he let the tears flow, trailing down golden furred cheeks.
"Sssh, just let it out. All that frustration, all that fear, all that shame that you've hidden away." Pawstruck said softly, running her fingers through Kevin's hair, "You've given me permission to do everything to fulfill your dreams and fantasies, now, let's slip those behavior mods into place."
"No! Stop!" Kevin begged, feeling the warm tickle flow into his brain.
He'd crawled into the hallway, almost to the bathroom, somehow hoping Elena could help him overcome the costume. He managed to get onto his knees, reaching up with one perfect hand to grasp the knob, when something caught his eye. It was his reflection, showing in the mirror at the end of the hallway.
He managed to get his legs beneath him for a few steps before crashing to his knees once more. He reached out and felt the glass; it was most definitely a mirror, not an illusion. His jade, slit-pupilled eyes staring in rapt fascination at his altered form, his every desire made real.
"Is... is that me?" he whispered.
"It's us." The suit replied, "Aren't we beautiful?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin said softly, head lowered in shame. But lowering his head made his gaze go from his reflection to his breasts; they were huge, perfectly, wonderful, they were the tits of some fertility goddess that had gotten into porn. They were almost like beachballs on her chest, but Kevin felt no discomfort from their weight. As a matter of fact they felt... good. Just by being there they gave him sort of a low, erotic thrill. And actually caressing them? Oh it was far more than a mere thrill.
Kevin couldn't help it, his lips parted in a half-growl, half-moan, his fingertips digging into the soft, sensitive flesh of one breast, the other hand wrapping around his thick cock. He watched as his body continued to change, his shaft and nipples becoming a deep, glistening black. His hair continued to grow out once again, from shoulder length to the shoulder blades, one step closer to the length that he needed to truly be Pawstruck. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact it would be a lot of fun.
No one at the Cavendish party would know that beneath the sexy, sultry, slutty female exterior was a short, underweight, shy, nerdy boy who had never been able to truly understand his own sexuality. It made him blush.
"There," Pawstruck purred, "Doesn't that feel better? Doesn't that feel right?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin moaned, his shame, his fears, his self-loathing all being burned away by the fires of his... no, her lust.
"Do you want this to stop? Do you want to go back to being what you were?" the suit asked.
"...No..." Pawstruck whispered, in the flesh.
"Louder." The suit demanded.
She let out another growling moan, "N-no!" she said, louder this time.
Something moved behind Pawstruck and she spun to face the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight of Elena, fully suited up like herself. Covered head to toe in sleek, smooth, shiny blackness, only a few markings of red to break up the uniformity. A thick tail swayed behind her, and...
Pawstruck licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight; between Elena's legs was something she'd seen on a few images of the dickgirls she collected pics of, some furry thing she'd originally not been interested in. But the sight of the sexualized creatures with their strange, serpentine cocks had always stuck with her, and now he was staring at one in the flesh.
"I can turn off my programs, reverse everything." The suit teased, "I can let you go back to your normal life without granting you all the deliciously deviant fantasies you have inside you head..."
Pawstruck let out a cute little moan of pleasure as she imagined her lips wrapped around that sweet serpent-shaft, "No!" she whispered, loving every moment of being in her new body.
"No!" she repeated, for good measure.
"This is your fault, isn't it?" Elena purred, a hint of malice beneath her tone. She sounded more confident, in control, dominating than she usually did. That voice was enough to make Pawstruck lower her head, bowing in delightful submission.
She didn't want to make her mistress angry, didn't want to tell the truth about what happened, about her fantasies being made reality. So she lied, just a little lie, not even a lie.
"I-I was just goofing off!" she protested, trying to keep the smile from her face, "I was playing around with the interface on the site, to see what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this isn't what I ordered!"
Which was true, the snake-cock and her own alterations were the result of the mind-scanning beta mod, not a screwed up order.
"I didn't think I saved the settings for these!" she whimpered, a shiver of pleasure creeping through her.
Elena mulled over the explanation, her tongue, long, black, and forked flicking out into the air. Oh how Pawstruck wanted to suckle upon that tongue, to explore her mistress' mouth...
The shemale let out a soft cry as the serpent dug her talons into one plush breast, making the catgirl's body virtually light up with sexual pleasure. It was so intense she was lost in it, unable to make out her mistress' words for a few moments.
"...so you can have something to fantasize about as you run instanced missions." Serpentess finished.
"I-I just wanted to raid better!" Pawstruck protested, hoping against hope that she was a good enough actor for her mistress not to see through the white lie, Kevin made Pawstruck because he'd wanted to be her, and playing her in an online game had been as close as he could get, until now, "And see what I could do with ReNA's softw..."
The she-serpent twisted her grip, derailing Pawstruck's train of thought entirely. The suit made the last few changes, the catgirl's platinum tresses now ending just above her tail, her lips taking on the same sleek onyx coloration as her other sensual parts. Pawstruck shivered, her body complete.
There was a soft sound, almost like a hiss ever so slightly outside of Pawstruck's hearing, but somehow being heard nonetheless. She spotted the tensing of the serpent shaft, and covered her face instinctively. But he mistress' snake-cock wasn't interested in striking her, it seemed far more interested in taking the shemale catgirl's own length into itself, just as stretchy and flexible as a real serpent.
Pawstruck cried out, the sensation more intense than any of the few vagina analogue type toys she'd purchased and hidden away. It moved for one thing, tightening and rippling around her length, which was far bigger than it had been as Kevin, and far more sensitive. Pawstruck was literally made for fucking, and pleasuring others would always result in equal self-pleasure. But she was too overwhelmed with new sensations to move, to properly please her owner like she was supposed to.
The reptilian supervillainess dug her fingers into Pawstruck's hair, pulling it just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to cause lasting pain, just how she liked it. "Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you."
Pawstruck's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head further, as much to hide her smile as to show her submission. She felt guilty that she was paralyzed by her own pleasure, unable to fully use herself to satisfy the needs of her sweet Serpentess, she whimpered softly.
"You'll love it," Serpentess growled, "Your altered form is designed for it."
It was, more than she'd ever know.
"Say it for me," she demanded, "say that you're a good slutty sex kitten."
Pawstruck cried out with orgasmic bliss, not only as her member erupted into explosions of pleasure radically different than anything she'd felt as a human male, but also in sheer joy at having her innermost desires granted. She would get to be the being she'd always wanted to be, with a wonderful and perfect mistress to please and obey to command her.
"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, her shaft slurping up every drop of seed from her pet, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everyone!"
The shemale's fur fluffed in a blush, the very thought of it made her so very, very hot. She shivered at the very idea of being fucked in public, so wonderful and delicious... but she couldn't let her mistress know that. She'd done this before, playing the shameful, recently-tamed sex-slave in one of her stories. Of them all, it had been the one that had turned on Kevin the most.
"But the party!" she protested, despite herself she wanted to attend the Cavendish party, seduce some cute girls, and fuck them senseless.
"Say it!" the she-serpent growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears tightly.
"I... I..." she licked her lips, "I'm a slutty kitten," she said softly. Then her eyes went wide; she'd screwed it up! "Sex!" she added, "Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!"
It felt so very good to say those words, it made her purr as Serpentess withdrew her member, leaving a trail of glistening seed between the two. The sensation made Pawstruck gasp. She was meant to be able to go all night if her mistress desired, and as a result was still fully erect and ready to go. The sensation of the snake-cock pulling off of her own and the coolness of the air upon it was enough to make her eyes glaze over in bliss.
She happily nuzzled her mistress' midsection, her tongue slipping out. She rose, teasing her mistress' nipple, "Mmm.... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She repeated. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around her owner in a gentle hug.
"Yes, yes you are, my sweet." The she-snake said, stroking behind her pet's ears. Pawstruck's suit computer fed data to her mistress' own, making it appear that it was continuing to alter her mind, when there had long since been nothing remaining to alter.
"Fully activating her networking interface," Pawstruck's computer component said, letting the serpent have the same command control module that she did. It would allow her to spread her fantasies to other suit wearers, just as Pawstruck had to her own.
The she-serpent pulled away, leaving Pawstruck kneeling in place like a good little shemale sex-slave. She returned a moment later, with a collar and leash that Kevin's sister had left the last time she visited. The catgirl nearly orgasmed as it was fastened around her neck.
Pawstruck panted, moaning softly, her cock fully erect and ready to go. She eagerly followed her mistress into the bedroom. Serpentess opened Elena's closet, looking over a few items, she placed a hand on one, the nanites spreading over it, altering it.
"Her suit came with a different beta module installed, rather than our body boost, it is a fabrication module to create temporary items." The AI explained.
Serpentess grinned and looked over the garment, then back at Pawstruck, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle.
Pawstruck moaned at the very idea of it, and in an instant she was following he mistress' order. She had done this so many times in her dreams, it felt almost familiar as her shaft slipped between her two softly furred breasts, her lips parting to take it into her mouth, her textured tongue expertly working it over. It was so much better when it was happening for real...
"And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.
It was nearly enough to make Pawstruck climax then and there. It was exactly what she wanted, and it was one of her mistress' own fantasies. To corrupt and seduce rich socialites and bring them under her thrall. The idea of them being suited sexpets was new, but to Elena's lusts the method didn't matter, only the result.
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What our Addition – Lesson 1 lesson plan includes
Lesson Objectives and Overview: Addition – Lesson 1 introduces students to the basics of addition and teaches addition vocabulary such as the terms “addends” and “sum”. This lesson incorporates physical classroom activities and examples and helps students understand addition concepts through experiential learning. Students will also complete several different worksheets to ensure a full understanding of addition. At the end of the lesson, students will be able to add within 20 (or more), solve word problems using addition, and work with addition equations. This lesson is for students in 1st grade and 2nd grade.
Every lesson plan provides you with a classroom procedure page that outlines a step-by-step guide to follow. You do not have to follow the guide exactly. The guide helps you organize the lesson and details when to hand out worksheets. It also lists information in the blue box that you might find useful. You will find the lesson objectives, state standards, and number of class sessions the lesson should take to complete in this area. In addition, it describes the supplies you will need as well as what and how you need to prepare beforehand. The supplies needed for this lesson are counters like chips or beads, addition and equal sign symbols, and the worksheets. To prepare for this lesson ahead of time, you can gather the supplies and copy the worksheets. A more detailed breakdown of the preparations for this lesson can be found in the blue box on this page.
Options for Lesson
Included with this lesson is an “Options for Lesson” section that lists a number of suggestions for activities to add to the lesson or substitutions for the ones already in the lesson. One of the optional additions to this lesson is to use additional resources for the higher numbers for additional practice. If you have students who already understand basic addition, you can start at a later point in the lesson plan, and skip the basics. Finally, you can use dice with more than six sides or larger spinners.
The teacher notes page includes a paragraph with additional guidelines and things to think about as you begin to plan your lesson. This page also includes lines that you can use to add your own notes as you’re preparing for this lesson.
ADDITION – LESSON 1 LESSON PLAN CONTENT PAGES
What is Addition?
The Addition – Lesson 1 lesson plan includes one content page. The lesson begins by defining addition as adding numbers or different items together. When you count, you are adding. For example, when you count from one to five, you are adding one to each of the numbers. The lesson includes a drawing of a hen and three chickens. Instead of adding them one by one to find the total, you can 1 + 3 to get the total (4) faster. In addition problems, the numbers each have names. We call the numbers that you add together addends, and we call the total the sum. The lesson includes a small diagram that labels both parts of an addition problem. In the problem 1 + 3 = 4, 1 and 3 are the addends and 4 is the sum.
One way to get faster at adding is to memorize adding the numbers from zero to ten together. The lesson includes a helpful chart that you can use to do this!
ADDITION – LESSON 1 LESSON PLAN WORKSHEETS
The Addition – Lesson 1 lesson plan includes two worksheets: a three-part activity worksheet and a homework assignment. You can refer to the guide on the classroom procedure page to determine when to hand out each worksheet.
THREE-PART ACTIVITY WORKSHEET
The lesson activity includes three separate worksheets. For the first worksheet, students will use counters (like chips or beads). They will split their pile of counters into two groups, count how many counters are in each group, and write those numbers down on the worksheet with an addition symbol in between them. They will then add them together and repeat with different numbers!
The second activity page asks students to find the missing addends in various addition problems. For example, they will find the missing addend in the problem 4 + _ = 10.
For the third, and final, activity page, students will create their own addends with a partner. Each partner will receive a dice or spinner. Each student will roll the dice or spin the spinner to find their addend. Their partner will do the same, and then they will add the two numbers together.
ADDITION – LESSON 1 HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT
For the homework assignment, students will complete four exercises. The first exercise asks them to circle the correct answers for questions about addition. The second exercise asks them write the sum for each addition problem. The third exercise asks them to find the missing addend for each addition problem. The fourth, and final, exercise asks them to solve seven word problems that require them to use addition. All of these exercises will test their knowledge and understanding of the lesson material.
Worksheet Answer Keys
This lesson plan includes answer keys for the activity worksheet and the homework assignment. If you choose to administer the lesson pages to your students via PDF, you will need to save a new file that omits these pages. Otherwise, you can simply print out the applicable pages and keep these as reference for yourself when grading assignments. | EDUCATION |
What our Verb Tenses – Grades 1-3 lesson plan includes
Lesson Objectives and Overview: Verb Tenses – Grades 1-3 teaches students how to identify and correctly use verbs in the past, present, and future tenses. Students will discover helping verbs and learn how to use them. They will also learn the difference between regular and irregular verbs and how to write them correctly. This lesson is for students in 1st grade, 2nd grade, and 3rd grade.
Every lesson plan provides you with a classroom procedure page that outlines a step-by-step guide to follow. You do not have to follow the guide exactly. The guide helps you organize the lesson and details when to hand out worksheets. It also lists information in the green box that you might find useful. You will find the lesson objectives, state standards, and number of class sessions the lesson should take to complete in this area. In addition, it describes the supplies you will need as well as what and how you need to prepare beforehand. The only supplies you will need for this lesson are the handouts.
Options for Lesson
Included with this lesson is an “Options for Lesson” section that lists a number of suggestions for activities to add to the lesson or substitutions for the ones already in the lesson. One optional addition to this lesson is to print out the regular and irregular verb lists and make copies for each student so they can review them when they need to. Another option is to assign students to write additional sentences using the verbs on the list. For more advanced students, you can add content related to using the same tense when writing stories.
The teacher notes page includes a paragraph with additional guidelines and things to think about as you begin to plan your lesson. This page also includes lines that you can use to add your own notes as you’re preparing for this lesson.
VERB TENSES – GRADES 1-3 LESSON PLAN CONTENT PAGES
The Verb Tenses – Grades 1-3 lesson plan includes two pages of content. The lesson opens with three sentences that tell about action taking place in three different times (today, yesterday, and tomorrow). In each, the only words that change are the verbs. Verbs are action words that describe the actions of the subject or a state of being.
We have three basic types of verbs: present tense (when the action takes place now or today), past tense (when the action took place yesterday, last week, or before now), and future tense (when the action will take place tomorrow, later, or on another day).
When an action takes place in the present, the verb either stays the same or you add an -s to the end of the verb (like walks). When an action takes place in the past, you add an -ed to the end of the verb (like walked). And when an action will take place in the future, you add the helping verb will before the verb (like will walk).
We change regular verbs by adding -s or -ed to the end of the verb. The lesson includes a chart that lists different verbs in the present, past, and future tenses.
The lesson then lists five sentences that use different forms of the verb eat: eats, ate, will eat, has eaten, and will have eaten. Eat is an irregular verb, so you do not add -d or -ed to the end and you do change the verb form. As you can see from this example, we often use helping verbs with future and past tense verbs. You can also see this with the verb run: run, ran, will run, have run, and will have run.
The lesson then lists some helping verbs, which we use with verbs to tell about present, past, or future actions or states of being. We can use helping verbs alone, with action verbs, or with other helping verbs. Some helping verbs include am, is, are, was, were, and being. The lesson lists many more for students to review.
There are thousands of action verbs in the English language that can be in present, past, or future tense. You can add a -d or -ed to a regular verb or change the form of an irregular verb. You can also use helping verbs with action verbs. The lesson includes a chart of irregular verbs in the present and past tenses and with a helping verb.
Make sure to practice using different verbs. This is the best way to learn how to use them correctly in your reading and writing.
VERB TENSES – GRADES 1-3 LESSON PLAN WORKSHEETS
The Verb Tenses – Grades 1-3 lesson plan includes three worksheets: an activity worksheet, a practice worksheet, and a homework assignment. You can refer to the guide on the classroom procedure page to determine when to hand out each worksheet.
SENTENCE DETAIL ACTIVITY
For the activity, students will write sentences that match pictures on the worksheet. They will need to write three sentences per pictures: one in present tense, one in past tense, and one in future tense. The classroom procedure page mentions pairing students up for the activity. However, you can have students work alone or in groups if you prefer.
PRESENT, PAST, OR FUTURE PRACTICE WORKSHEET
The practice worksheet divides into two parts. The first part requires students to circle verbs in a sentence and then circle whether it is in present, past, or future tense. There are 20 total sentences here. For the second part, students must fill in the blank with the correct word. There are six sentences and six words to use in the sentences.
VERB TENSES – GRADES 1-3 HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT
The homework assignment also has two sections. The first section requires students to circle the correct verb out of two options in 10 sentences. On the second section, students must write a sentence using the verbs listed. There are 10 sentences in this section.
Worksheet Answer Keys
This lesson plan includes answer keys for the activity worksheet, the practice worksheet, and the homework assignment. If you choose to administer the lesson pages to your students via PDF, you will need to save a new file that omits these pages. Otherwise, you can simply print out the applicable pages and keep these as reference for yourself when grading assignments. | EDUCATION |
Direct and Indirect Objects
Hi, and welcome to this review of direct and indirect objects! In this video, we’ll define what the object of a sentence is and take a look at the differences between direct and indirect objects. Let’s get started!
To begin, let’s go over what an object of a sentence is. An object is a word or phrase that is affected by the action of the verb. In other words, the object will receive the action of the verb. In the sentence “Jake threw the ball,” the word ball is the object because that is what is being thrown.
Objects are split into two categories: direct and indirect. As the names suggest, a direct object is directly affected by the verb, while an indirect object is indirectly affected. That’s a pretty simplified explanation, so let’s take a closer look to see how this works.
A direct object is a noun or pronoun that directly receives the action of a verb. A good way to find a direct object in a sentence is to find the verb and then ask the question who or what.
Let’s look back at the example sentence from earlier.
The object in this sentence, which we identified as ball, is a direct object. If we look at the verb (threw) and ask “who/what is being thrown,” the answer is ball.
Here’s another example sentence:
The verb here is ate, so we would ask “who/what was being eaten” to find the direct object. In this case, the word bacon answers that question, so bacon is the direct object of the sentence.
Now, take a look at this sentence:
If you follow the steps we took for the last two examples, you should notice that this sentence does NOT have a direct object. There is no word that answers the question “who/what is being stood.” Remember, a sentence does not need to have an object for it to be a sentence; all it needs is a subject and a verb.
Now let’s take a look at indirect objects. Instead of receiving the action directly from the verb, the indirect object receives the action directly from the direct object. That’s where the indirect connection to the verb comes in. A good way to find an indirect object in a sentence is to find the verb and then ask to/for whom or for what.
Let’s look at an example:
First, let’s find the direct object, since that is what the indirect object is taking the action of. The verb in this sentence is gave, and the word that answers “who/what is being given” is pencil. Now that we know the direct object, we ask, “To whom was the pencil given?”. Ren gave her pencil to Colin, so Colin is the indirect object.
Here’s one more example:
Let’s go through the same steps as before. The verb here is sent, and the word that answers “who/what is being sent” is letter. Now we ask, “To whom was the letter sent?” Yvonne sent the letter to me, so the indirect object of the sentence is the pronoun me.
Okay, let’s go over a couple of review questions before we go.
1. What is the direct object of the following sentence?
“My dog ate the sandwich I left on the table.”
The word sandwich is the only word that answers “who/what was being eaten,” so it is the direct object of the sentence.
2. What is the indirect object of the following sentence?
“The teacher gave Emily an A on her exam.”
The direct object of the sentence is the word A because that’s what the teacher gave. When we ask “to whom was the A given,” the word Emily is the only word that answers the question, so it is the indirect object of the sentence.
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Harry unwrapped his candy first and took a bite. He felt like his head exploded into nothingness and then he was shot back in reality.
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Ginny nodded. "I had always wondered what happened to them, that's wonderful, George."
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In order to measure how the water level has changed along the surface, the authors studied images taken from the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter to see how the rocks change throughout a section of exposed rock. These images focused on rock formations along the Jezero crater on the Martian surface – a site that once had moving water. At some point in the past, water left a valley that entered the crater in the west and exited in the east. Near the western valley, a series of measurements and calculations were made to interpret the flow and the record of sediment being deposited within the crater.
The paper is based on the idea that different environments will deposit different types of structures in the rock record. For example, a river that curves a lot will have deposits on the inside of the curve and areas along the outside of the curve where erosion is much more prevalent due to a faster flow. A faster moving force of water will carve deep V-shapes into previous sediments in what is called an incised valley. Both of these were seen along the Jezero crater and were used by the authors to reconstruct the early conditions along the surface.
The images from the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter were studied by the authors using imaging and mathematical analysis. As the authors found more clues across the section of the Jezero crater, they noticed that both the images and mathematical models indicated that the environment and water flow were very similar to river systems here on Earth. Old rivers would meander—twist and turn—into the crater, be abandoned as new channels were created, and empty into a lake toward the crater’s center. These geological signatures were repeated in patterns up the sides of the crater wall as the rivers, river channels, and shoreline were formed further away from the center as it filled with water.
How would this have been different on Mars? Mathematical equations used in this study were formulated here on Earth for our gravity, water viscosity, and atmospheric conditions (e.g. air pressure). Mars, while very similar to Earth in many ways, has only one third of the gravity. These questions will go unanswered until we can analyze the rock formations and their chemistry directly – by going to Mars.
Why is this line of research important for planetary science? Why stare at the rocks of other planets from space? First of all, the presence of structures and rocks along with water means that early Mars had water on it! Also, scientists now think it was much more active than previously thought. Moreover, any future crewed missions to Mars will need to know where possible sources of water—past or present—are located.
One of the best places to find fossils here on Earth is in or near “paleorivers” or sites of ancient rivers. It stands to reason that understanding where water once was, how it moved, and how long it was in one place might be the key for finding life on other planets! For these reasons, the Jezero crater is a potential target for future Martian landings by NASA in the coming years, and has been the subject of no less than three separate studies since 2012. We are indeed in exciting times—our knowledge of planetary geology is opening many new doors for the future discovery of life in the universe. | EDUCATION |
Besides the three major shifts in Common Core’s treatment of standards (focus, coherence, and rigor), the Common Core also sets expectations for the processes and proficiencies that students should demonstrate in every lesson. These eight “Standards of Mathematical Practice” were developed from research that identified the ways in which students must interact with mathematics content in order to develop a complete understanding.
The challenge is for teachers to develop lesson plans that give students the opportunity to demonstrate each of these practices. This will help students to become successful with math.
For example, the first Standard for Mathematical Practice is for students to be able to make sense of problems and persevere in solving them. A teacher needs to present students with problems, allow them the freedom to figure out what the problem is, and ask them to find the answer. In a classroom of students, there may be many ways to solve a problem. Instead of focusing on the single correct answer, this shift has students actively engaged in a manner that develops critical thinking and independence.
For instance, instead of teaching students how to measure and calculate a perimeter by telling the students the formula for perimeter at the onset of a lesson, a teacher may present students with an authentic problem that requires them to determine how to calculate a perimeter. For young students, the problem may be as simple as “How can we find out the length of a border needed to go around our classroom bulletin board?” The students work together to discuss the problem, find possible solutions, share their ideas verbally and ultimately discover how to calculate perimeter. At that point, the teacher begins her direct teaching to solidify their understanding and provide more examples. This type of teaching encourages students to be active learners and develop confidence in their abilities to understand and solve problems independently. Not only is this approach instructionally sound, but it is also much more engaging for students and turns a static math lesson into a quest for a solution. | EDUCATION |
Greenland on the move
A geologic hotspot shaped one of Earth's coldest places.
100 million years ago, Greenland was on the move. On its tectonic plate, it traveled from a more southern location northward to its current Arctic position, and along the way passed over a mantle plume or hotspot that left a record of its journey in Greenland's rocks. A plume is an upwelling of hot rock, or magma, from hundreds of miles below Earth's surface. When the magma reaches the base of Earth's outer layer, which includes the crust that makes up the sea floor and continents, it heats up the rock above, effectively cooking it and altering its chemistry. For magnetic rocks common in Earth crust, heating causes them to lose their magnetism. NASA researchers used the altered chemistry of these magnetic rocks to create a heat map of Greenland, where they found the "scar" of its millennia-long journey over the hotspot. The scar extends from the northwest region to the southeast region of Greenland. Because the northwest region of Greenland moved off the plume earlier it is significantly cooler than the southeast. Tracking the movements of land masses helps scientists understand their evolution through time. But more immediately, the heat information feeds sea-level-change models on Earth by helping scientists predict the behavior of the massive ice sheet that covers Greenland. Watch the video to learn more.
A heat map of Greenland’s reveals the path of the North American tectonic plate over geologic time.
Greenland passed over the mantle plume, or hotspot, that currently sits beneath Iceland.
The mantle plume and Iceland currently sit on the tectonic plate boundary between the North American and Eurasian plates.
A mantle plume, or a hotspot, is an upwelling of magma from deep in the mantle, the layer of hot, malleable rock beneath the crust.
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As a professional writer, I understand the importance of having quality educational materials that can help students learn and improve their skills. In this article, I will provide you with a guide on how to create a worksheet on conditional probability that can be used by teachers and students alike.
What is Conditional Probability?
Before we dive into creating the worksheet, let’s first define what conditional probability is. Conditional probability is the likelihood of an event occurring given that another event has already occurred. It is often represented using the formula P(A|B), where A and B are events and P(A|B) is the probability of event A occurring given that event B has already occurred.
How to Create a Worksheet on Conditional Probability
Here are the steps to follow in creating a worksheet on conditional probability:
- Step 1: Determine the level of the students
- Step 2: Choose a scenario
- Step 3: Define the events and probabilities
- Step 4: Create questions based on the scenario
- Step 5: Provide answers and explanations
- Step 6: Review and revise
Once you have followed these steps, you can then compile your worksheet and use it in your class.
- Q: What are some examples of scenarios to use for the worksheet?
- A: You can use scenarios such as flipping a coin, rolling a dice, or drawing cards from a deck.
- Q: What are some common mistakes students make when dealing with conditional probability?
- A: Some common mistakes include confusing the order of events, not using the correct formula, and not simplifying fractions.
- Q: How can I make the worksheet more challenging?
- A: You can increase the number of events or make the probabilities more complex.
- Q: Can I use real-world scenarios for the worksheet?
- A: Yes, using real-world scenarios can help students see the practical applications of conditional probability.
- Q: How long should the worksheet be?
- A: The length of the worksheet will depend on the level of the students and the complexity of the scenario.
- Q: Should I provide the answers to the questions?
- A: Yes, providing answers and explanations will help students understand the concept better.
- Q: Can I use visuals to help explain conditional probability?
- A: Yes, using visuals such as diagrams and charts can help students visualize the concept.
- Q: How often should I use the worksheet in class?
- A: You can use the worksheet as often as you like, but it is recommended to use it at least once a week to reinforce the concept.
The benefits of creating a worksheet on conditional probability include:
- Helping students understand a complex concept
- Providing a practical application of the concept
- Encouraging critical thinking and problem-solving skills
- Allowing for individual or group work
- Providing a tool for assessment and evaluation
Here are some tips to keep in mind when creating a worksheet on conditional probability:
- Choose a scenario that is relevant and interesting to the students
- Start with simple scenarios and gradually increase the complexity
- Provide clear instructions and examples
- Encourage students to show their work and explain their reasoning
- Provide feedback and support to help students improve
Creating a worksheet on conditional probability can be a valuable tool in helping students understand a complex concept. By following the steps outlined in this article, you can create a worksheet that is engaging, practical, and effective for your students.
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Jase thought he was going to get lucky with his girlfriend when she invited him over to her place for a movie marathon. She even mentioned the fact the people who lived above her were gone, which generally translated to 'we can fuck as loud as we want'. Everything started out great, popcorn and movies. They both snuggled under a single blanket and all she wore was an oversized t shirt and panties, and let her long golden hair out to get messy, because she knew Jase loved it when her hair was wild. She made no moves though, which made him think she was going for a slow foreplay. The movies she picked out where all pretty steamy, though non straight up porn. Just when he thought she was going for it, her friend arrived! His dick was readying angry words with his brain from disappointment when his girlfriend introduced him to the other girl, mentioning she thought he was cute. The friend also gave him an extremely flirty look, and while she sat on a comfy chair to let them keep the couch, she occasionally glanced over at him with bedroom eyes. Now Jase was a bit confused. Was he going to get some, or not? Were they actually setting up a threesome? That sounded like horny teenager pipedream thinking, but it really did seem like that was what was happening here. His poor erection remained on standby.
Every once and a while his girlfriend let out a quiet moan and repositioned herself, deliberately brushing her tits on him before settling back down. But just as Jase was sure this was threesome time... another friend showed up. She wasn't planning a... foursome?! What the heck was going on. He did not want to directly ask because that killed the mood a bit and made him seem like a desperate horndog... but seriously, come on. The second friend hade a huge rack, and no bra, and her white shirt hid very little, and no one questioned that. She seemingly deliberately adjusted her shirt several times too, as if trying to catch Jase's attention with her huge boobs! His girlfriend was litterally right there! As the night went on, the flirty three women were makng him feel extremely pent up. He slipped out from under his girlfriend to go to the bathroom and had to be very careful went he took it out to pee, it felt overly sensative. His balls looked big and swollen too! Jeez, isn't blueballs supposed to be a myth? He took a long piss having to bend over to aim, because his erection wasn't leaving. He had to pause after, feeling the pleasure grow in it after he was done. How was he this sensative? Those girls were driving him nuts! As soon as he pictured them in his mind his cock exploded into orgasm, blasting thick ropes of cum into the toilet several times. He did not even pump his shaft once, he was just holding it! He did not even feel releif! As soon as it tapered off it felt exactly like before he orgasmed! With a grunt of frusteration he decided he needed to take care of this. A foursome out of the blue seemed so unfathomable to begin with, the whole thing started to seem like a test, or a cruel tease if anything. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, groaning as the edge of the tub pressed in on his stiff taint. As he masturbated his balls bounced with added weight, and he swore it felt like they grew a bit with each pump. It did not take him long to reach orgasm again though, and he managed to stand and fire into the toilet again. Not only did he not shoot any less, it looked like he actually shot MORE than the first time! Even though he came twice in a row he didn't feel worn out or sore. Again, he felt almost a bit more horny than he started, against all logic.
When Jase left the bathroom his girlfriend met him, asking if he was ok. Not sure what was going on with him, he just told her that maybe he should just go, but she insisted he stay, so he did. Not long after they returned to the couch though, he felt her delicate narrow hands slide their way into his pants and over his now huge balls! He glanced around and the other two women only glanced at him breifly back before looking back to the movie. The two of them shared a blanket so they could not see what she was doing. Was she really planning to get him off right there? What about the mess? He was too horny to care at this point, he had no idea what this situation even was anymore, but he did know he needed to cum. She cradled his swollen balls in one hand, rolling them around in his sack with her fingers. Her other hand slowly worked his throbbing shaft and occasionally squeezed the glans teasingly, which was so sensative it almost hurt. His glans were purple with blood pressure and the veins in his shaft were bloated with backed up flow! His entire body felt so hot, especially his head. She had to slip his balls free of his pants entirely and pull them down a bit before he noticed his balls were throbbing still bigger. His heart beat stronger and stronger, he could feel the pressure throb with each beat in his entire lower body! His body started to feel a stiff pressure too... just how bloated was his prostate right now? His entire torso started to stretch longer, and the thick veins of his shaft started to show up on his crotch, spreading up onto his body. His balls swelled to the size of a basketball each and kept going, stretching the sack smooth with pressure as his girlfriend danced her soft fingers over it. The first friend in the other chair commented on how hot the movie was, and slipped her hand into her tight pants to finger herself right there shamelessly! Jase's head felt so hot and swelled a bit, his entire body throbbed with pleasure and grew a bit longer. His girlfriend had to grab and drag him back a bit because he wasn't fitting under the blanket entirely anymore. The second, huge titted friend commented on how the first was such a horny slut and asked if 'this' got her off too, pulling her top up over her bare breasts and shaking them. Jase uncontrollably moaned, an oddly salty drool filling his mouth as his body stretched even longer, getting a bit thicker too. He felt so stiff, he could barely move. The pleasurably tingling was canceling out the feeling in his arms and legs as they grew weaker by the moment. His balls were so large under the blanket it looked like there was a third person under there. When they became so huge they could not fit on the couch, they rolled off the front and bounced on the soft carpet. His girlfriend tossed the blanket off, being rather pointless now.
Jase was so desperate to get off, he could not bring himself to question the situation even though he had more questions than ever. One woman pawed at her pussy, pulling her shorts down to give an unobstructed view, and the other shook her huge tits- and neither were looking at the TV anymore, they were looking at Jase! His girlfriend rolled her top up as well and was rubbing her fat erect nipples on his overly sensative body as it stretched more and more! He could barely move at all! Drool kept surging into his mouth over and over and he had to keep swallowing it back, but finally his hot head swelled up tremendously, changing the shape of his mouth causing him to not be able to close it as tightly. Pre spurt out almost constantly now from his mouth, and as his head continued to swell his hair started to fall out and his face lost definition. His body was longer than the entire couch now! The girl who had been fingering herself now rubbed her sticky moist hands on his ballsack the size of two beanbag chairs. She ground her searing hot pussy against the firmly stretched scrotum, making Jase give off gargled groans in arousal. His girlfriend now ripped her panties off and climbed onto his stiff body, grinding her pussy along a huge thick bulge that was slowly rising up from his crotch and travelling up his entire body. The last woman grabbed around his jaw as the bone softened and dissolved and his jaw became part of the corona. The feeling of her huge tits against his deforming face caused his head to swell up and lose more and more definition, the swelling forcing his eyes shut and then absorbing them entirely as he pressed into her more and more without meaning to. His body got longer and thicker as his arms and legs were swallowed in growth becoming nothing more than four more fat throbbing veins under the surface. The swelling pressure forced his head up and locked it there as it swelled fully into the glans of a gigantic penis. The giant bulge the girlfriend was grinding her cunt against fully connected the giant balls to the glans becoming the completed urethra and all of Jase's remaining internals tightened in anticipation.
The first friend seen it coming and jumped onto the groove between balls to take his old penis into her mouth, and the second friend on the opposite end put her lips over what used to be Jase's lips. Jase's prostate was about the size of a jumbo beach ball, and visible as a fleshy sphere at the base of the shaft where the balls also connected. Jase exploded from his old dick and the giant cock that used to be his body and his mind melted away in pleasure. Literally. The balls were draped over the arm of the couch and rested on the floor as the scrotum now relaxed. The shaft was as thick as the seats of the couch and twice as long as the entire couch itself, now starting to droop toward the floor after orgasm. The big titted woman rest on the opposite wall, plastered in cum that trailed back to the dick where she was blasted clear off her feet. The three women took their time catching their breath, smiling at their now room sized shared 'boyfriend'. | STORY |
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Alei is a very handsome young man and quite smart as well. With a smooth voice and a kind personality he had won over every woman he encountered without meaning to. Unfortunately his popularity made it hard for him to discern actual friends from 'fans'. It also kept him rather busy, trying to give all his friends their due attention while keeping up with his studies. This meant his little brother Anul was unfortunately left in the dust. When Anul was a little kid, he always played with his older brother. They were not just siblings- they were the best of friends too. Alei still tried to humor his little brother and talk whenever he had the time; when he had the time was now a rare occurrence. Alei is in college now while Anul is only in his 8th year of Low School.
Alei dressed himself in front of the full body mirror on the back of his door. His hair was only two inches long and black as night, he combed it back and to the side. He had a narrow beard on the end of his chin only that was also quite short, he let it grow in because without it he has a bit of a baby face. Alei's eyes were dark blue like the evening sky. He was not muscular but his body was tight and smooth- he was certainly fit. His wings are quite large and framed in black with metallic blue interior, and a few tiny emerald green dots. Alei is a Faerie, you see- living in the city of Anterra. Though it may look like a Victorian era human city- a single floor house was only as tall as the average human's chest. Relatively, Alei was a good height for a male, but on a human scale he was only seven inches tall. He wore a cable-knit dark brown turtleneck and grey jeans. It is autumn, and the surrounding forest around Anterra was filled with vibrant colored leaves, but the wind was also quite nippy.
Alei nodded to himself in the mirror but then felt an odd sensation as he stepped away, about to leave to meet up with some friends on his day off. It almost felt like passing through the surface of water. After a moment and nothing else odd happening, he shrugged and continued out the door. He walked down the hall and started down the stairs but slowed his walk. He could feel his penis press into the front of his underpants and then start sliding upward into an erection... for no reason. Had someone cast a spell on him? That should not be possible- the house was warded, as are all Fae homes. They are an inherently magical society and tricksters by nature, so naturally all Fae structures are constructed with anti-magic security in mind. He placed a hand over his crotch and felt his penis throb in his pants. His wings vibrated in nervousness. Alei heard one of the downstairs doors, but there was no reply when he called out. It was someone leaving, not entering. His little brother had the day off too and was probably heading out.
Well Alei did not want to go out with a tent in his pants, so with a frustrated sigh, he returned to his room to deal with it. Alei sat on the end of his bed and unzipped his pants to flop his junk out and work the pillar till it went dormant again. When he grabbed it though, it actually felt softer to his hands than he was expecting. What he did not realize is it had been erected by the formation of a baculum- a 'penis bone'. It actually was not more than half erect, it was being held out by the bone. When he squeezed the soft rubbery skin of the shaft though, it finished properly erecting itself fast enough. For a few moments it felt like it always does as he worked his shaft. It is about to his belly button, so the equivalent of eight inches if he were human sized; so its above average already. The shaft started to fell odd though, pressure but not equal all the way up, it was welling up toward the head. The shaft just under the glans swelled thicker, so the corona of the glans no longer projected out off the shaft, the shaft was wider than it is just slightly. This made his shaft look more like a baseball bat in shape. The urethra was oddly tight as well. In his hands the stiff tube felt like it did when something was firing out, except there was nothing inside at the moment. Then there was a bit of tension he felt at the slit at the very end each time he pulled his hand back.
Alei stopped a moment when his hand brushed his pubes and it felt freakishly soft! Where a sparse growth of pubic hair had been was now much shorter hairs, in a much, MUCH denser patch! There was a mat of very fine fur where pubes had been! Well now he KNOWS someone cast a spell on him! He has no idea why, but the only person who could have cast a spell on him is Anul! The house is warded against outside magic so it could not have been anyone else. Anul was inside of the building when it happened, so the warding would not have stopped it. But why would his own little brother cast a spell on his dick of all things? Worse still, Anul left just as the spell was starting to take effect and Alei doesn't even know where he was going. Alei grunt and resumed pistoning his shaft. He still could not go out with a raging erection.
The shaft felt like it was filling with more blood, swelling a bit larger, but the skin on the surface did not change along with it. The glans started to deform, the head becoming more blunted as the body of the shaft swelled forward and stretched it. The wider end of the shaft swallowed the corona, causing the glans definition against the shaft to vanish entirely, and theh head also lost its dome shape, making his dick more cylinder shaped than ever- it ends in a round blunt surface! The fur started to spread from his upper crotch, swallowing the base of the shaft and then fading in across his churning balls. His scrotum tightened a bit, making the curve of either ball more defined from one another. The tightness around his urethral opening continued as he worked his changing member, and while it was slow, he could now see it was growing longer. Just the urethra itself was getting longer, creating a bit of a spike-like protrusion from the otherwise flat head. The skin on his shaft became softer again, oddly. It pressed into his hand from within as it swelled a bit thicker and it took him a moment to figure out that it was just his foreskin. It was pulling back a tiny bit more with each stroke. The point where the foreskin and shaft linked together kept deepening! The exposed shaft grew tighter and started to look more red. The veins on the surface got smaller but more numerous. It was then Alei recognized its changing form- it was looking like a canine phallus! His foreskin was turning into a sheath!
He was sitting on the rather narrow foot board of his bed, which wasn't terribly comfortable to begin with, so only after realizing what his dick was changing into did he realized his discomfort was not entirely due to his seating! There was a lump growing down the back of his pants, and it was wedged between his butt cheeks from lack of room! He was growing a tail! He felt a pressure building at the base of his cock and re-positioned his hand at the base to feel around and sure enough, there was a hard lump on either side of the base of his shaft... a forming knot. He grabbed his shaft higher again, taking the end of the evolving foreskin so he could pull it further back. It disconnected from the shaft further and further down with each tug, till finally he could not longer feel a connection at all. The base started to clench a bit though. The skin there tensed, pulling his penis closer to his body. He was forced to place his hand higher up and then change the way he held it entirely because the sheath was fusing to his underside, preventing him from gripping around it. As it linked, the fur patch it interrupted wrapped around it, covering the entire sheath quickly.
Alei moaned and his entire body shivered a moment from the sensation as his dick suddenly surged in length! What had been his foreskin was now a sheath, and so his newly canine penis fully slid out from the end of that! So since his sheath went up almost to his naval his penis tip was now up to his ribs! The sheath swelled wider and wider, becoming very tight as the knot inside grew larger and larger. It was like half a ping-pong ball on either side, then half a golf ball, tennis ball, and then soft ball by the time it stopped growing. Well- relative to his body size. The nerves were pulled might tighter around the knot, so he gently squeezed his exposed red shaft with one hand, and the other held his soft furry sheath and swept it up and down over the knot. He was expecting to need to yank his pants down to allow his tail room by now, but for some reason it seemed to stop growing, and still fit in his pants, wedged in his butt crack. Alei bent forward, panting a bit as he felt the tightness further inside of himself. A familiar tightness now- the tension of impending orgasm. He looked across to the mirror on the back of his door, seeing a more full view of his large canine cock. He paused his masturbation a moment, teetering on the edge. Alei gently placed his index and thumb around the end of the sheath and with a thrust down from his hand, and up from his hip he yanked his massive knot free from the shaft. The scrunched up sheath pushed lightly on its back, his fingers pushed lightly on its front, and the knot throbbed so rapidly it felt like a vibrator as he climaxed! The end of his shaft swelled a little bit thicker, causing the blunted end above the urethral point to suck in a bit- making a soft divot at the end.
Alei gawked at his mutated dong as it softened. As soon as the knot started to shrink back, the sheath popped itself up and over it. He noticed a tightness in his fingers and looked down to see his nails were a bit more narrow, and quite a bit thicker than they should be! They were starting to grow out into claws- and the thicker they got the darker they became. His pants were feeling extremely tight. Alei stood up with a bit of effort, but when he went to stuff his genitals back into his pants they did not fit! His jeans were so tight he could not close them even minus the altered genitalia! His shirt was a bit tighter too, but it was much harder to notice because the material was much more flexible. He turned and put a palm on one of the posts at the foot of the bed and realized he was taller! In a flash of panic he realized why. If he were a human turning into a dog, he would be shrinking because even the largest dog is slightly smaller than a human. But he is a Faerie. Even the tiniest breed of dog is a lot bigger than he is!
Alei quickly grabbed at the edges of his pants but they were already so tight that he could not get his fingers in between his body and the fabric! He had to grab the belt loops to shimmy them off, tugging and and forth to work it down. As soon as his pants were half off his butt his tail popped out and shook itself. It was like a little sausage! As wide around as a silver dollar, it was as long as his middle finger and just ended in a rounded bottom. It is the nub-tail of a doberman pinscher! When he got his pants off he looked in the mirror again and groaned at the damage already done to his form. The fur that encapsulated his scrotum was black like his hair had been, but the sheath and fur flanking it was base brown. He felt a pinching sensation on all his toes and fingertips as his nails narrowed and continued to evolve into claws. He had to hurry! He rummaged through his things and found a pair of baggy sweat pants that still fit him even now. He usually only wore them around the house in the winter, but now he needed them as the only bottoms he could still fit in. He glanced in the mirror again as he opened his door to leave again, and noted his ears were changing shape. They were more triangular now and the cartilage was thinning.
Alei rushed downstairs and on his way to the front door stopped dead in his tracks and took a step back, looking at the grinning face of his rival; Valeh. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, and a huge magic tome was resting on the table.
"My, have you grown Alei? I thought you were too old to be having growth spurts."
"You have a lot of nerve coming here! Undo this spell now and maybe I won't turn you into a flea in return."
She clicked her tongue. "But I am not here." As Valeh stood up, her form flickered.
Alei narrowed his eyes. "Astral projection... how are you casting spells through the walls?!"
She shrugged. "The tome your little brother brought inside. I did not cast the spell that afflicts you. Your brother did."
"Why?!"
"Jealous of all your popularity, so I seen his woes and offered him a spell he could use that would turn his older brother into a creature of legendary loyalty."
Alei grunted angrily and walked right through Valeh's projection to get to the tome on the table. "I will just reverse it myself."
"Go ahead. Just be careful you use the right reversal. You know; since you do not know exactly which transformation spell your little brother used. And I certainly won't tell."
"D-doberman, standard dog...?"
She shrugged again. "Sure, if that is what you think." Valeh then vanished from sight.
Alei growled, his teeth sharpening a bit. If Doberman was correct she would have put more effort into derailing his efforts. It either isn't a pure breed or there is more to the spell. If he uses the wrong reversal spell, he will return to being a Fae but the absent aspects of the spell it would try to reverse would screw up his body in other ways. If you mess up badly enough you could unintentionally delete a vital organ trying to undo something that is not there. Alei then hurried out the front door. He needed to find Anul, to figure out what spell he used in order to fix it before its too late.
It was a very gentle pressure at first deep inside, as his body slowly grew. Now that he was out and walking about, the growth was slightly less even, making the feeling more obvious. The pressure surged softly from within, travelling out to his extremities. His facial hair changed from black to brown, and started to grow out along his chin and upper lip- growing much faster than it should. It was also much, much softer than it should be. It is fur, not hair. He had to slip into a back alley when his toenails pressed into the insides of his shoes. Alei had no choice but to kick them off, groaning as he seen all five claws having ruptured the end of his socks inside already. The cool ground was already uncomfortable on his feet. His nails were all blunt-ended claws, solid black. As the growth spread through him now it seemed to leave a residual heat that helped him against the chill autumn air. His muscles felt stiff and warm, and every so often he would pause as he felt them squirm on their own. They clenched and swelled a bit, becoming larger and more defined. Doberman were very lean and athletic looking dogs, but he would not exactly consider them muscular. He had to be at least half of another breed of dog.
His ill fit clothing revealed his tight abs, and unfortunately also exposed the top of his sheath. He could not try to stuff it back into his pants because the sheath is already fully fused to his torso. If someone seen him in his state they would immediately freak out- his clothing did not come even close to hiding enough of his changes. Alei had to stick to back alleys only, dashing across streets quickly so no one spotted him. Because of the cooler weather most people were in chipmunk-lead wagons to stay warm while travelling which made it less likely Alei would get spotted. Black fur started to fade in on his shins and forearms, and then a brown patch on his upper chest. Now his body was a stark contrast to his surroundings- the air chill but his body quite hot. He had to let his tail out over his pants as they once again became too tight. The tail wagged on its own at first, but then he intentionally vibrated it back and forth. He could feel the muscle movement up the small of his back, and the still fresh muscle fibers felt good to flex. Alei walked past BFI bins that were only as high up as his hips now. There was a park nearby where people jogged and walked their dogs. Anul often sat on the benches in the shade there to read books. Alei was hoping he would be there now- otherwise he had no clue where to look.
Because of how the brown patch of chest fur wrapped over his pectoral muscles, it formed a perfect heart-shape. His nipples turned from pale brown to pitch black, and his lips turned to a glossy black as well at the same time. He grit his teeth as they grew more narrow but also more sharp, all turning to fangs. Alei groaned loudly- his voice now gravelly, making his groan more like a growl. He stumbled a bit forward as he felt changes swelling in his feet and hands. Alei slowed and then bent forward, breathing heavily as his entire body groaned deeply and quietly, while his clothing groaned in a louder, higher pitch. He grew in a surge so large that the crotch of his pants ripped a bit and his sweater deformed from stretching. He let out a sudden huff of air that almost sounded like a breathy bark as his rib cage snapped in rapid fire; it changed proportions, knocking into his lungs and forcing the air out momentarily. His rip cage became more narrow but did not actually change proportional size- it now projected further forward. Alei wobbled in place and put his hands on the wall of the building on the side of the alley to support himself. His socks slid down his legs as his feet stretched longer! The soles becoming narrow and longer. Four of his toes remained at the front, but when the soles started to lengthen his big toe did not move at all, causing it to become distanced from the others. Internally it shrank, and the bones fused together, becoming more simple as it regressed into a vestigial digit. His toes fattened up, causing them to press together and made them hard to move individually. The bottom of the end of each toe, and the entire strip of flesh along the conjoined base of all his toes swelled and the skin turned black! Alei was forced to stand on the padded fronts of his feet now as they finished devolving into paws! His hands went through the same process, though on his hands the first thing to form was the pads. Then his digits shortened and made themselves fatter. Then the palm of his hand stretched out, causing his thumbs to regress. The fur on his forearm and shins immediately started to spread again. Now wrapping fully around the limb and then advanced down to cover his newly formed paws!
He started to slowly plod forward, his balance on two legs was precarious now. He was standing on a much smaller percentage of his foot. The end of his nose started to feel colder as it became moist, causing the cool air to catch in it. It darkened to black, and a few longer hairs formed whiskers around his mouth and eyebrows. His eyebrow hair turned brown, though the hair on his head remained black. His facial hair was now fully grown in all the way up to his hair line- and all fully converted to fur. He yelped in pain a moment as another growth surge passed through him and his pants started to crush his balls! The pain was brief though as the tear in the crotch of his pants ripped even wider and his underwear bulged out through it, cupping his balls in the more flexible fabric. His shirt barely went low enough to cover his rib cage. It hugged much too tight around his shoulders and neck, partially strangling him. He made several more staggered steps forward, desperately trying to get to the park and find his brother. A sudden tug on his spine announced itself in several loud pops as both his back and his neck got slightly longer- this made standing upright even more difficult and gave him a far forward lean.
Alei felt a bit dizzy a moment, and zoned out, causing him to pause his advance even though he was so close to the park. It was just a few feet to the street that divided him from the park where he hoped his brother would be. Forcing his concentration back was about as pleasant as forcing yourself awake in the morning. He sniffed at the air, smelling something off. For some reason the smells around here were quite strong, so he was smelling a lot of things at once, but one especially interesting smell he could not put his paw on. His wings did rapid, micro-flaps and his little sausage tail started to wiggle rapidly without him even being aware. He felt a pressure in his crotch as his knot woke up and then his shaft started to slowly ascend, the red point of the very tip started to peek out. Oh no- his sense of smell must be good enough now to pick up on the scent of other Fae! Women often go to the park to jog, or do yoga routines together in the grass fields! Working out means they sweat, which puts their scent into the air and allows it to carry further! He was smelling females and it was causing his dick to wake up!
Alei tried to reach for his crotch but in doing so put himself too far forward and fell onto all fours! As soon as he hit the ground his pants exploded the rest of the way off him! He grit his teeth and growled as his entire body started to grow slowly now without stop! His underwear pulled tight and without hands he could not grab them to keep his nuts from getting crushed, so he hooked the edge of a claw on the elastic waste and cut it in half- the rip tore the rest of the way through as his genitals overgrew the underwear! The fabric of his sweater groaned more as he kept growing and finally tore just at the base of the collar, giving his throat some relief. His vision was starting to get blurry from how badly it was strangling him. He let out several short cries of surprise as more rips formed and his body jostled from the force of the tears- his cries sounding almost like short barks. Fur now covered all four limbs back to his torso. Most of his underside was covered in fur. His nipples were joined by six additional black dots, but they barely projected at all from his body so you would not see them at all through the fur- you'd have to rub his belly to even find them. He was so large now that his shoulders brushed the walls on either side of the alley! He could not turn around!
He tried to hustle forward but the fabric of his sweater was pushed into the walls on either side, catching. He was starting to grow even faster! The rapid growth made him hot, but his body could no longer sweat, forcing him to pant. The feeling of stretching larger and larger also helping his cock slide further out, and the knot to bulge larger in the sheath. Finally the sweater tore off completely against the walls, ripping in half as all the existing tears connected into one huge rift. He dashed forward several steps from the sudden release, but just as he was almost going to fall on his face, he got stuck again! Now he was so large his shoulders themselves were wedged! He was trapped! Alei was so close to the end of the lane that anyone walking by casually would be able to spot him easily. His panting became more rapid and desperate- the pressure of him growing against both walls was making it very hard to breath- his lungs could only half expand. This only caused him to draw more pheromones from the air through his lungs at once, causing his thoughts to become a swirling pool. His cock wobbled around from his attempts to squirm free, flicking long strands of salty precum this way and that.
Fur started to grow on his upper back. The walls on either side of him started to make sharp grinding sounds as the stone blocks started to shift against one another- he was starting to bend the walls in! Alei growled and grunted as his jaws started to stretch, making muffled clicking sounds as the bone shifted. The bridge of his nose started to equalize with his face as the face stretched further out, causing it to lose definition. His tongue grew quite large, but also became much more thin and wide too- it draped out over his bottom row of teeth like a carpet as he panted, and unintentionally let several drips of drool drop from its tip. Suddenly the mortar holding the stone blocks together shattered into gravel and the blocks shifted inward, causing holes to collapse into the walls of the buildings! The people inside either building rushed out onto the sidewalks to see what on earth was happening. Luckily by that time, Alei's face was already halfway to a full dog muzzle and he was no longer recognizable as himself. The iris of his eyes widened, causing the color of them to appear much darker than before. His ears now grew the muscle tissue in their base to allow them to pivot around- they automatically flicked in the direction of sounds. When idle, they stood forward and perfectly straight up in attention. His facial hair started to spread as his face finished growing out, consuming it in fur. The fur forming on his upper back connected the still naked parts of his torso and raced up his neck. More and more of the walls were shoved into the buildings, collapsing their sides as he grew larger and larger. Now he broke the blocks much easier, because they were so much smaller than him. The other Fae gathering, shouting in confusion at his front feet were tiny. They were barely taller than his forearms, and he was still growing at full speed!
Alei looked down at several of the Fae below him, seeing they were females and taking a deep breath of their scent. He groaned and shut his eyes for a moment as the fur on his neck and face connected. His longer Fae hair started to fall out and be replaced by ultra-fine dog fur. Because Alei was so much larger than the others, he had a perfect view straight down the cleavage of all the women. His cock jumped and tossed a gob of pre far enough to hit one of the women and knock her onto her butt! It was so big in comparison that it drenched her entire outfit in one hit! The others quickly started to back up now, realizing the danger. Alei momentarily forgot his situation and flexed his arms, pulling them back out to a position where they actually sat comfortably- but that mean decimating the buildings around him, causing half of the entire building to collapse in on itself! Still he grew larger, now taller than the buildings themselves. Alei tried to climb out over them but every time he put a paw down to pull himself forward it collapsed more of the building! He half-turned before he fell forward again from portions of the building collapsing out from under his paws. His upper paws smashed the lip of the roof off, causing his front limbs to catch on the roof and spread out, and his body to fall against the still standing half. The ruins falling around his cock made him involuntarily thrust forward.
More and more Fae gathered to figure out what was going on- along them was Anul. He ran over from the park and realized his error. He grew up in Anterra, so he had never seen humans or dogs in the real world before. When Valeh had shown him the images in the spell book of this 'creature of loyalty', the image comparison had been of a dog to a human, not to a Fae. Anul had no idea dogs were this big, he was expecting to return home and then be able to play with his older brother in this form, with undivided attention like it used to be. Never mind playing with him- he currently couldn't do anything but cause property damage. Anul ran home to get the spell book to undo it. Alei lost his conscious thoughts to the hormonal daze and gripped the edges of the roof on the building and started thrusting his gigantic dog cock through it. His dong was so massive compared to the building at this point that in a smaller room the sides of his penis brushed either wall! He seen and his eyes locked on a shocked-silent Fae woman standing in the window of her home a building over. Her window was across from the room Alei was currently fucking so she had a perfect POV of his cock rushing toward her and back again. The throbbing purple veins that formed a maze across its red surface. The Fae woman was wearing a form-fit top, so Alei's eyes were locked on her chest in his horny stupor. As his rock became diamond hard and started to vibrate more than buck, he gripped the roof even harder, his paws starting to crush the edges, collapsing the other half. He tried to shove even further forward, his sheath catching on some debris which managed to yank it back far enough to let his gigantic carriage-sized knot pop out and he immediately erupted again! The first wad of cum fired out hard enough to shatter the window, fly across the alley, and smash the woman's window! Before she had a chance to dodge, the second blast slammed into her chest and tossed the woman across her bedroom! By the time the jets of hot cum slowed to a lazy white drool, there was enough cum in the woman's room to form a shin-deep pool.
The other Fae were now so small compared to Alei that if his hearing had not become mush sharper, he would not have even been able to hear them yelling in confused anger. He tucked his ears back, he did not want to be a bad boy. Alei sat down to await any solid commands but doing so caused his rump to slam into a third building and smash the middle third of its back wall in on itself! He had transformed into the form of a Doberdane! Large, sleek and muscular looking- very masculine looking dogs. Large by normal dog standards- gigantic to a Fae. He could not move at all without smashing something under his paws, so he just sat there and waited patiently while licking his dick clean as it returned to its warm home. Anul had to command him to speak before he could use the reversal spell. The giga dog barking immediately caused all the gathered Fae to scatter like ants in fear. Anul then turned him back to normal before anyone returned. Everyone had only seen him mostly dog already, so no one knew who he was. Anul apologized a lot, but Alei knew it was Valeh's fault for tricking him, and a bit of his own fault for being too busy for his little brother in the first place. Alei promised he would do a better job of trying to make time to still play with Anul. And he promised to think of a nice punishment for Valeh once he got his hands on her. | STORY |
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- Students will develop an understanding of 3D objects
- Students will be able to identify different types of 3D objects
- Students will create a 3D object of their own
- Access to computers
- Poster paper
- 3D modeling software (SketchUp, Tinkercad, etc.)
- 1 hour
1. Begin the lesson with a discussion on 3D objects. Ask the class what they know about 3D objects and how they can think of them.
2. Introduce the types of 3D objects, such as cubes, cylinders, pyramids, and spheres. Ask the class to brainstorm other 3D objects.
3. Show examples of 3D objects on the board, or have students volunteer to come to the board and draw them.
4. Divide the class into small groups and give each group a poster paper. Ask them to come up with different ideas for 3D objects and draw them on the poster paper.
5. After the small groups have completed their drawings, give the students access to the 3D modeling software and guide them through creating their 3D objects.
6. Let each group share their 3D objects with the rest of the class, and once the presentations are over, ask the students to complete an exit ticket summarizing what they have learned about 3D objects and how they can be created.
- Observe students' participation in class discussion and small group activities
- Have students complete an exit ticket summarizing their understanding of 3D objects | EDUCATION |
Lesson Plan: Momentum Physics
This lesson plan includes the objectives, prerequisites, and exclusions of the lesson teaching students how to use the formula for momentum, 𝘱 = 𝑚𝑣, to calculate the momentum of objects and calculate changes in an object’s momentum.
Students will be able to
- use the formula in all combinations,
- demonstrate that differences in velocity imply differences in momentum,
- demonstrate that differences in mass imply differences in momentum,
- explain that momenta of multiple objects can be summed to find their total momentum,
- identify momentum as a vector quantity,
- demonstrate that momenta in opposite directions have opposite signs when summed.
Students should already be familiar with
Students will not cover
- two-dimensional motion,
- exchanges of momentum between objects (the summation of the momenta of two objects is included, while the transfer of this combined momentum between said objects is not), | EDUCATION |
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Please Note: Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) is an absolutely legal, herba/botanical, �Personal Choice�, pipe-smoking substantiality product!!! No included botanical factor therein is regulated by law or considered to be harmful by regulatory agencies. There is no tobacco in Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM). There is certainly no cannabis/marijuana in Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM)�. And although we are not age-governed by law�.Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) is intended exclusively for sophisticated adult usage! Subsequently, it is our MANDATORY ethical policy that Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) may not be sold, offered, or given to any person that has not attained at least twenty-one years of age. All things in their time�. As well, Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) is not intended for use during work or while driving. It should not be enjoyed during pregnancy nor is it intended to supercede physician�s care in any regard.
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Here is what our customers are saying about the Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) phenomenon:
�To whom it may concern,
I was skeptical when I first read your ad. I grew up in the 70�s & 80�s. I was a hard core (alternative smoker) then. So I knew my stuff. But drug tests stopped that! Now I am disabled from a degenerative muscle, ligament, and tendon disease. I was smoking (an illegal product) for the pain and nausea. Now I have something just as good; Temple 3, but cheaper, and it is legal! I also have a lot of trouble sleeping, but the Capillaris Herba made into tea works and smells great! Your products that I tried so far, are as good or better than your ads say! That is hard to find nowadays in a company. Who ever put this stuff together is a botanical genius. I will be a customer for life! Also, I talked with a lady on the phone when I was ordering, and asked her to find out if I could get my products and samples to hand out for free. And just send the customers to you. Or get a discount on products that I could sell retail to people. I would prefer the earlier one becau!
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, I can just talk about your products, I am a great salesman (about 10 years experience), I could hand out flyers, give out little 1 gram pieces as samplers with your business card enclosed, etc.. I am going to be unable to work a regular job for a while, maybe indefinitely? This deal would give me my own products and samples for free? You would get free advertising, word of mouth, samples into peoples hands to try, someone that is very good with computers, someone who studied about mail order, Internet, cold calling, small business, good with people, etc.. I would like to be doing something, even if I would get on Social Security Disability. It is very disheartening not being able to work to support my 2 teenage boys, or do a lot of the things I used to do! At least I would be able to do something worthwhile. And great products makes it real easy to sell. Let me know what you think?
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Location: Midwest, U.S.A.
�Thank you so much for the Ragga. It is everything you guys claim, and then some! I was a bit skeptical when I read your description of its effects, but there is literally no exaggeration in your advertisements. How nice that this is non-prohibited! It tastes great and feels great too! I am so glad I took a chance and ordered. Blessings to all of you.�
-- Frankie R.
Location: West Coast, USA
�I�m a man of my 40�s and I really know my stuff. I don�t drink or do illegal drugs anymore and have found a much more spiritual path. I used to have to take Valium in the past. Not anymore with the Temple �3�. It really amazes me how this stuff tastes like the Lebanese and blonde stuff I used to smoke in the 70�s. I am very satisfied with all of your products. I like them a lot and will be a customer for life for sure. Whoever makes this stuff is an ARTIST at it. Who would have thought?!�
-- A.J.
Location: United Kingdom
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Finally, we realize of course that this Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) is not inexpensive�. (Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) is a very, very Sweet Smoke and �sweetness� is never acquired inexpensively. Such is the way of the Economic Tao....), nor, as a matter of fact, is it inexpensive for us to acquire, factor or master-craft�. Quite simply, it is the very best of its Kind that there is to be acquired. Just a snippet/pinch of this Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM)�. Four or five draws of your pipe�.as is the magical way�.lingers for a good, goodly while!!! (An herb pipe and usage instructions are included with each Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) Package.)
�Seventh Heaven� Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) is offered exclusively in 56 gram (2 oz.) and 22 gram (.75 oz.) jiggets/bars for $115.00 and $65.00 respectively. Sorry, no volume discounts. Wholesale pricing is available to qualified, select merchants only.
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2. "Seventh Heaven" Prosaka Tablets (tm); a botanical alternative to pharmaceutical medications for calm, balance, serenity and joyful living...
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Entirely natural, proprietary, botanical prescription comprised of uncommon Asian Herbs for Calm, Balance, Serenity and Joyful Living. "Seventh Heaven" Prosaka is indeed a most extraordinary, viripotent, calming, centering, mood-enhancing, holistically-formulated, exotic herbaceous alternative to pharmaceutical medications for depression, anxiety, stress, insomnia, etc.
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a non-caffeine, non-ephedrine, non-ephedra, non-MaHuang; viripotent, herbaceous prescription for the dynamic energization of body, mind and spirit.
This Gentle Ferocity Formulation is amalgamated in accordance with the fundamental Taoist herbal principle of botanical interactiveness and precursorship which in essence is a molecular equation of the relevant botanical/herbal alkaloids and glycosides interacting with one another to prolificate molecular communion and thereby to achieve demonstrative herbal efficaciousness without negative implication to any aspect of human composition. These Gentle Ferocity Cordial Tablets are incredulously and thoroughly effective. Enjoy!
For those of you who seek to achieve most demonstrative/non-invasive/non-prohibitive appetite suppression without the negative implications of ongoing usage of MaHuang Herb, Ephedra/Ephedrine or Caffeine as are so magnaminously utilized in a multitude of herbal "diet aids" entitled as "Thermogenics" ... this is ABSOLUTELY the herbal agenda/product for you!!
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Eastern culture has long had a treatment for bone, muscle, tendon, ligament, sinew and joint distress, traumas, afflictions and constrictions. We are pleased to offer
Equivalence Tablets & Dragon Wing Remedy Spray
(Hei Ping Shun) (Hei Long Chibang)
PLEASE NOTE:
While it is true that all physiological traumas and injuries are unique and that no product can arbitrarily eliminate all of the pain and discomfort in all people all of the time, the combination of Equivalence Tablets (Hei Ping Shun) and Dragon Wing Remedy (Hei Long Chibang) remedial botanicals does guarantee to at the least:
1. Significantly reduce discomfort and pain!
(In many instances most, if not all, traumas and distress can be eliminated!)
2. Significantly increase mobility and strength ratio.
(Please remember also the significance of proper diet, excercise, rest and prayer.)
Equivalence Tablets & Dragon Wing Spray Remedials are comprised of entirely natural botanical factors.
While Equivalence Tablets (Hei Ping Shun) and Dragon Wing Remedy Spray (Hei Long Chibang) are extremely effective individually, they are utilized to maximum advantage when used in conjunction with one another.
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!!!!Please refer to Introductory Offers further on in this text featuring Temple �3� Ragga Dagga (TM) along with our other �very fine� �Sensitive/Responsive� cordial botanical products�. Please enjoy!!! Many Blessings to you all�.
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PRICING INFORMATION:
1. SEVENTH HEAVEN Seventh Heaven Temple 3 (tm)
One .75 oz. jigget/bar $65.00
One 2.0 oz. jigget/bar $115.00 (Free Capillaris Herba with 2.0 oz. bar. Refer to Capillaris paragraph at end of text)
2. SWEET VJESTIKA APHRODISIA DROPS (tm)
One 1.0 oz. bottle $90.00
Two 1.0 oz. bottles $140.00
3. SEVENTH HEAVEN PROSAKA (tm)
One 100 tablet tin $40.00
Three 100 tablet tins $105.00
Six 100 tablet tins $185.00
4. SEVENTH HEAVEN GENTLE FEROCITY (tm)
One 300 tablet jar $130.00
5. Equivalence Tablets - Each bottle contains 90 - 500mg tablets.
** 3-pack (270 tablets) $83.00
** 6-pack (540 tablets) $126.00 (save $40.00)
** 9-pack (810 tablets) $159.00 (save $90.00)
** 12-pack (1,080 tablets) $192.00 (save $140.00)
6. Dragon Wing Spray Remedy - Each spray bottle contains 4 liquid oz.
** 3-pack (3 - 4 oz. bottles) $83.00
** 6-pack (6 - 4 oz. bottles) $126.00 (save $40.00)
** 9-pack (9 - 4 oz. bottles) $159.00 (save $90.00)
** 12-pack (12 - 4 oz. bottles) $192.00 (save $140.00)
7. Dynamic Duo Introductory Offers
** 3-pack Equivalence Tabs & 3-pack Dragon Wing $126.00 (save $40.00)
** 6-pack Equivalence Tabs & 3-pack Dragon Wing $159.00 (save $50.00)
** 9-pack Equivalence Tabs & 6-pack Dragon Wing $215.00 (save $70.00)
** 12-pack Equivalence Tabs & 9-pack Dragon Wing $271.00 (save $80.00)
8. SWEET APHRODISIA INTRO COMBINATION OFFER
Includes one, 2.0 oz. jigget/bar of Seventh Heaven Temple 3 & one, 1 oz. bottle of Sweet Vjestika Aphrodisia Drops. For $150.00 (Reg. $205.00 Save $55) (Free Capillaris Herba with this intro offer. Refer to Capillaris paragraph at end of text)
9. BODY, MIND, SPIRIT "HEAVENLY" INTRO COMBINATION OFFER
Includes one, 2.0 oz. jigget/bar of Seventh Heaven Temple 3 & 1 tin (100 tablets) of Seventh Heaven Prosaka. For $125.00 (Reg. $155.00 Save $30) (Free Capillaris Herba with this intro offer. Refer to Capillaris paragraph at end of text)
10. "PURE ENERGY" INTRO COMBINATION OFFER
Includes one, 2.0 oz. jigget/bar of Seventh Heaven Temple 3 & 1 jar (300 tablets) of Seventh Heaven Gentle Ferocity. For $170.00 (Reg. $245.00 Save $75) (Free Capillaris Herba with this intro offer Refer to Capillaris paragraph at end of text)
11. "SENSITIVE" PREFERENTIAL INTRO COMBINATION OFFER
Includes one, 2.0 oz. jigget/bar of Seventh Heaven Temple 3 & 1 tin (100 tablets) of Seventh Heaven Prosaka & 1 jar (300 tablets) of Seventh Heaven Gentle Ferocity For $200.00 (Reg. $285.00 Save $85) (Free Capillaris Herba with this intro offer Refer to Capillaris paragraph at end of text.)
12. ULTIMATE HERBACEOUSNESS INTRO COMBINATION OFFER
Includes one - 2.0 oz. jigget / bar of Seventh Heaven Temple 3, one - 1 oz. bottle of Sweet Vjestika Aphrodisia Drops, one - 100 tablet tin of Prosaka, and one - 300 count jar of Gentle Ferocity for a deep discounted Retail Price of $260.00 (Reg. $375.00 Save $115) (Free Capillaris Herba with this intro offer Refer to Capillaris paragraph at end of text.)
SPECIAL OFFER: For a limited time only, you will receive a FREE personal brass hookah with the Ultimate Herbaceous Intro Offer as our gift to you. This hookah has a retail value of $25.00.
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13.1. Using Decisions with Strings¶
We can use conditional statements in code to produce different strings for different situations and to treat different strings in different ways. As a first example, here is a program that prints a different message depending on how many item(s) a person orders. Try this program a few times and enter different values for the input.
In the program, notice that we have to use the
int function to turn the input from a string
into an integer. Anytime we use
input to get some input from the user, it will be read as
a string. If the user types
20, that will be stored by Python as the string
"20" and not
as the numeric value 20. Any time we get input, if we want to work with it as a number and not
as a string (a piece of text that may have digits in it) we will need to use this trick.
Similarly, when we go to construct the string that is the elif response, we are trying to combine
"You ordered " with
numItems a number. As we have seen before, to make this
work, we need to call the
str function to make a string out of the number that can be added
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The club was always full on Friday nights, but that one was especially crowded, mostly by young twenty-somethings celebrating the end of the finals with enough alcohol to ensure the neurons responsible for remembering all that information were dead and buried, never to make the return. As the proprietress, Ezmerelda couldn’t be happier: money in the bank and she got to play the part of the mysterious shadow mistress looking down upon the crowd from on high, her silhouette just barely visible from behind the entirely unnecessary set of blinds she installed in her office window. It tickled her in a way that nothing else did, and no matter how many times her staff told her she was being immature, the Typhlosion gave precisely null shits about whatever it was they thought.
It brought her joy and that’s what mattered… plus, it was a convenient way of actually spying on people without anyone being able to tell just who she was looking for, especially since, unbeknownst to everyone, the window was actually tintable and could very easily be turned into a one-way observation panel of sorts. There was, however, an entirely different motivation, one that Ezmerelda kept close to herself at all times and worked overtime to ensure no one caught on. It was deeply personal, not meant to be shared with anyone she didn’t personally agree to disclose it to, and above all, could very easily get her in trouble with all manner of people if it came out; there was, ultimately, a reason why she called her club her “hunting grounds”.
Everyone thought it was a joke, given how she was significantly bigger than just about anyone else around her wherever she might go, and with a physique like hers, one would expect her to be overbearingly seductive, almost overwhelmingly so, in her role as an “insatiable momdom”, whatever that was supposed to mean. Ezmerelda herself went to great lengths to encourage these rumours, since at the very least they remained that way: rumours. They were things said about her, rather than accusations levied at her, and as long as that remained the case, then she was happy to be the butt of jokes about how interminably horny she always was, or how she had a secret room full of toys. They were entirely true after all; it’s just that the people who often spoke them had no clue that was the case.
Such it was that, on that particular night, the Typhlosion looked down upon her demesne, scanning the room for anyone that might peak her curiosity. There were plenty of boytoys to choose from, but alas, she was one of… refined tastes. Not just anyone, not just anybody, not just any random person who had enough money to burn that they thought getting sloshed on a Friday night was a perfectly reasonable way to spend a few hours. She might not exactly fit one half of the requirements for “momdom”, but she certainly filled the other, especially whenever she spent enough time without getting anything on the side that her arousal began spiraling out of control, much like it had been doing for a few days by then.
No fun, no action, no anyone who she could dote on and teach the ropes, and in between having to readjust the budget following one of their investors having to declare bankruptcy and one of their best bartenders suffering an unfortunate ethanol accident during a talent show, Ezmerelda was at her wit’s end when it came to dealing with business issues. She needed that release, and given what sort of responsibilities fell on her shoulders, everyone else needed her to get it as well, less she wake up cranky enough one day to start spitting fire at everything around her the moment anything went remotely wrong. She considered it an “investment in safety”, the safety of others and her business of course, with the ultimate goal being to, put simply, find someone who she felt could live up to the challenge.
Hence, her staring down at the crowd, doing her best to pick faces out from it, yet coming up disappointed every single time. There was a very good reason for her exacting standards: herself. Not to brag too much nor toot her own horn so excessively as to need help for it, but she wasn’t like most people, and quite literally at that. Breaking the eight foot height line was already bad enough, but having a set of cheeks down below that could wreck doors unless they were wide enough for her was only a portion of the problems for her surroundings; her tits, while not yet so big as to go over her waist, were nonetheless close to such a point, to say nothing of the obscene amount of backboob on display whenever she came home and practically ripped her business attire off of herself.
The last thing she wanted, however, was some dumb brute who figured that the best that could be done was to pick her up and treat her like some kind of animal to be fucked and mated with; similarly, while appreciated, she wouldn’t merely settle for an energetic lover who knew all of her physical hotspots, because that just missed out on what she was truly looking for: a power dynamic. Call it freudian in nature, but the fact was, she had to crawl and bite and kick her way up the ladder to where she was nowadays, and this left her with two things: a deep understanding of business practices coupled with an iron will and a set of unflinching morals on merit… and a raging dominance kink that she very rarely got to indulge in.
Everyone looked at her and assumed she wanted someone of equal stature and girth to “fight with” in the bedroom; everyone assumed her monstrous physique meant that she appreciated a struggle for said dominance, rather than the simpler truth that all she wanted was a lithe, little precious thing for her to dote on. She wanted someone to sit on her lap so she could smother them in boob, or just sit down, period, so she could do the same to them. She wanted someone so much smaller than her that she needed to take care not to accidentally hip-check them against a wall when they weren’t looking, and she wanted someone who could be like this yet also possessed the strength and energy needed to keep up with her whenever it was time to get serious. Perhaps it was selfish to want the best of both worlds: submissive and bashful out of the bedroom, leading the charge while inside it, but really, her payment was herself.
Who wouldn’t want unfettered access to a body like hers, especially since she was more or less constantly horny and in need of stimulation? Who wouldn’t want to be able to share a home with a gorgeous giantess such as herself, doubly so since, well, she was a businesswoman, and all physicality aside, Ezmerelda was reasonably certain she was a halfway-interesting person to interact with on an intellectual level. The problem, unfortunately, lay in actually finding someone like that, since most people who fit that description didn’t come to a bar to get drunk because their finals were done and they weren’t using that part of their ocular cortex anyway. It was, in her mind at least, a waste of time to carry on doing this, yet she did it anyway on the off-chance that maybe, some day, she would get lucky… that, and her continued presence was required at the establishment, so it wasn’t as if she could afford to be elsewhere entirely.
Her eyes thus skimmed the crowd, occasionally narrowing whenever the Typhlosion spotted someone she felt would be a good candidate, only to end up rolling along with a sigh when she saw something that left a sour taste in her mouth: too much outward flirting, too much aggression, too much testosterone, too much of themselves in their own heads to consider what anyone else wanted. Not that they were entirely to blame, given the copious amounts of alcohol flowing freely from glass to mouth, but still, in vino veritas and all that. Ezmerelda was about ready to give up for the night and go back to her desk when she spotted something off the corner of her eye; while initially not important enough to qualify for a proper look, it was somehow so strange that her brain, despite only having peripheral vision to work off of, gave out an instruction for the proprietress’ entire body to swivel so she could best see what was happening.
Indeed, there in the distance she spotted something, or someone to be more precise, that set off every alarm she had in her head. Someone who was doing something that no one should do when inside an establishment like hers: actually use the tables. Now, of course, the tables were there for a reason; no one wanted people to drop their drinks on top of the bar counter, that was both unhygienic, downright dangerous, and would lead to a great many moments of confusion without using tags on the glasses. The tables were, of course, there to be used, technically… if only as less-temporary coasters. People weren’t meant to sit at them, nor use the couches, they were just there for decoration; the money flowed best when folks were standing up and consuming, and they couldn’t quite do that if they were sat at a table looking nervously all around them as if they didn’t know what exactly they were doing.
And yet, that Obstagoon was doing just that: looking entirely out of place with a button-up shirt, a pair of jeans that weren’t ripped and a perfectly combed head of luxuriously long hair, that man could not be a bigger fish out of water if he tried. And that… that interested her. Ezmerelda’s eyes narrowed once more, though that time they didn’t open back up; rather, she moved her head closer to the window instead, enough that she could see her face reflected on it, her hot breath on the glass. She saw him, and inside her, there was a voice, a voice telling her that she needed him. Now, how she was going to get him in her office without him needing a change of underwear was anyone’s guess, but that’s precisely why she hired bouncers; was she expected to do all of her dirty work? There was enough of it as it was in her accountancy records, she didn’t need to add entirely unnecessary assault charges to that future headline with her name on it. No, the best way was to tilt her head gently to the side, gently speaking into her lapelle microphone:
“Richard, can you be a dear and go fetch that young man at table… seven? No, eight, table eight. Obstagoon, twenty-something, looks like he got dragged here by someone else? Oh, and be a dear and don’t scare the poor thing, I’m afraid they might have a heart attack if you pull your usual routine. Thank you, honey.”
Now, to wait. To wait, and observe how one of her best employees, an absolutely enormous Raichu whose mere presence was often enough to break up fights before they happened, effortlessly waded through the crowd to get near to the Typhlosion’s target, who looked up to see that behemoth of a man approach and very nearly went completely white as a result. The look on their face had to be seen to be believed, and it was entirely unsurprising that he offered no resistance whatsoever when asked to get up and follow the bouncer. At least, from a distance, Richard appeared to have been cordial enough; he’d learn to be if this turned out not to be true, because no one touched a hair on her precious little thing’s hair except for her. He was hers, not anyone else’s!
It was a stroke of luck that, when the door leading out was opened and the Raichu came walking in, the smaller Obstagoon looked to be just fine, even if definitely frazzled and wondering why he had been called in like that when he had done nothing wrong; a quick stare was enough for Richard to know that his job was done, the giant backing off slowly so the bigger-still Typhlosion wouldn’t get any ideas about breaking him in half through glaring at him alone, closing door on the way out. Once the lock clicked, and it was made clear that there would be no running away via Ezmerelda taking a step forward and all-but pressing the Obstagoon against a wall… silence fell.
The sounds of the club were still audible coming from the outside, but apart from it, there was nothing else to fill the air; just the muffled beats of the same tune that had blasted out of the sound system a thousand times before, the garbled voices of dozens of souls eager for more libations, and the occasional wave of excited shouting on account of something or other happening that caught the drunken attention of the crowd for long enough that they could react. The usual, really, and the perfect opposite side of the coin to the dreadful nothingness permeating Ezmerelda’s office, where the proprietress of that fine establishment stared down the eager young thing in front of her in an attempt at getting them to calm down and accept their fate.
Not necessarily the best approach, but it was the only one she really had; the giantess wasn’t exactly renowned for her ability to be subtle, and having someone in her office for the first time in so long had left her lacking in the ability to be remotely gentle about things. Indeed, with the Obstagoon so close to her, it only stoked her further, given that she could properly see how cute he was; never did Ezmerelda expect to think about anything in those terms, not her of all people, but looking at that adorable fuzzball brought to mind no word other than that one: cute. So cute, in fact, that her first instinct was to bend down and lift him up into her arms, having to fight back the urge to coo as she did so; not that this did much good for the poor guy, who suddenly found himself enveloped on all sides by so much supple flesh that he didn’t know whether to scream out for help or start moaning as his body melted into the embrace.
It was the closest he’d gotten to saying anything ever since coming into the office, which still wasn’t actually saying anything on account of him having his mouth stuffed with tit. Not intentionally, for once; it just so happened that his head was at the right level to have the Obstagoon’s face entirely muffled by the Typhlosion’s ample bust, making it impossible for him to utter a single word without either having to do so through breastflesh, or pulling his head back to breathe properly… and since he wasn’t about to do the former, and absolutely refused to do the latter, he was stuck there with no clear direction on where to go, paralyzed with indecision.
As for Ezemerelda herself, things couldn’t have gone better if she tried; for a moment there, the Typhlosion feared she’d lost her touch, what with being too intimidating to be that inviting, but as soon as she felt her little boytoy go soft in her arms, she knew she had him; she’d have to work double time to mould him into a proper shape, and no doubt there would be plentiful resistance on the young man’s part, but it was a good start… good enough for her to turn around and walk to the sofa set around one of the office’s corners, pulling on the blinds to block out the sights and sounds of the club as much as possible. There, in the relative silence, she sat, letting the Obstagoon take as much time as needed to be the first one to make a move; for there would be no mistake, it was him who was going to take initiative going forward.
She might’ve fallen prey to her instincts before, but Ezmerelda knew better than to spoil her toys; the last time she decided to take the lead, it ended with her “beloved” deciding that his job was to lie there and do nothing at all for hours on end, preferring to be pampered and “loved” than to do anything remotely stimulating. The giantess learned her lesson well, and though it pained her to have to just sit there and do nothing, she knew it was for the best; at some point the Obstagoon was going to wake up, realize what was happening, and finally give her what she wanted and needed, whether or not he damn well liked it. And he would like it, because in the end, they all did; they might squirm and moan and beg and writhe and do all manner of things that seemed to indicate they wanted no part in Ezmerelda’s little scheme, but in the end, they all broke.
Faced with someone like her, how could they not, especially when she made it as apparent as she could that she was open to experimentation and letting them take the reins; indeed, even for the Obstagoon, it only took about five minutes before he began moving around on the Typhlosion’s lap, more so than usual, with him producing a handful of undignified noises before finally going quiet with one final squeak. Only the beginning though; as soon as he understood that such a display wouldn’t get him anywhere, that was all the encouragement he required to start trying harder, even if, for him, this just meant squirming especially hard on the soft seat that was the giantess with the lung-crushing bear hug.
That said, all he managed was to extricate himself from the hug to begin with, though given how powerful it was, and the amount of size that Ezmerelda had on him, one could potentially call it a genuine achievement. His confused expression, ruffled hair, and the amount of sweat running down his brow, however, just made the whole picture come together as far as the Typhlosion was concerned, making it that much harder to avoid doting on her guest; there was, however, one thing she could do.
“What’s your name, hon?” Ezmerelda attempted with her sweetest, most non-threatening tone.
“P-Paul,” came the surprisingly rapid reply, even if delivered shakily, “name’s Paul. I d-don’t know what I did, but uh, I’m sorry if I did anything it’s just that I wasn’t reallyplanningoncoming heretonighta-”
“Hush” - the Typhlosion raised a finger and placed it over the young man’s lips, trying her hardest not to break into open smothering from that display of glorious awkwardness - “I didn’t call you in because you did something wrong, I called you in because I wanted to have a good time and you looked like just the person I wanted to be with.”
It was hard to tell what the reaction to the upfront honesty was. Surprise? Confusion? Utmost terror? Some sort of combination of all three, along with several other emotions that just didn’t make the slightest amount of sense given the context, yet the Obstagoon’s brain insisted on trying just to check if they worked? Perhaps even something else entirely, a brand new emotion that the young man hadn’t experienced at any point, unearthed by the ridiculous notion that this gargantuan woman actually wanted to be with him.
The words “Why me?” were etched over his face as clearly as they could possibly be, and with them, an expression that left Ezmerelda unable to resist any longer; fighting against her baser impulses, she instead channelled this energy into cupping her soon-to-be-lover’s cheeks and bringing the two into a deep kiss, making sure to dive in with her tongue as well for good measure. The wide-open eyes, the muffled yelp, the tensing of muscles followed by yet another limp body melting into hers, it was all she wanted and more out of any lover that walked through those doors, and exactly what she was getting… or, rather, half of what she wanted. The other half was still to come, though given what was happening at that point, she was going to need to be inventive in order to bring the train back on the tracks.
“Undress me,” she commanded, making it very clear that this wasn’t just a request, “if you want to receive your just reward, of course. You’re free to leave if you’d rather not put any work in, plenty of other boytoys to pick from tonight.”
Not necessarily false, though misleading all the same; Ezmerelda doubted whether anyone out there would even remotely qualify for her attention, not with her exacting standards. It took the right combination of traits to get her to demonstrate any sort of interest, and the Obstagoon had just nailed every single one of them in one go… but he didn’t need to know that. All he needed was to believe that he was replaceable, and that the proprietress was daring him to prove that he wasn’t. To his credit, he did genuinely look offended at the mere notion that he might be a subpar lover, which was quite surprising given how he had behaved thus far; perhaps, Ezmerelda surmised, the young man might be an awkward little thing in large drunken gatherings, but still had his dignity outside of them, behind the cover of a closed, preferably locked door.
Indeed, no sooner had she suggested that he could leave than her suitor seemed to hold her even tighter than before, digging his fingers into her plush self with such strength that it almost made her feel like he actually wanted to fuck her like an animal. There was the spirit she was looking for, there was the raging beast who needed to be drawn out with almost as much effort as it would take to shove it back into the pits from whence it came; there was her lover, in his truest form, and the one that she desired above all others. It was with a smile that the Typhlosion happily let go of Paul, who took the opportunity to start pulling and tugging at the business suit his soon-to-be-mate was wearing. A good effort, maybe even a decent one, but it quickly became apparent that the poor thing had no clue how to work around the buttons without causing far too much damage to something that had taken such a heavy toll on Ezmerelda’s wallet; nevertheless, it was the thought that counted, not the outcome.
So, thus convinced that she had made the right choice in singling him out of the crowd, even if it would take some work, she took his hands into hers, guiding him as best as she could while making it seem like he was the one running the show; the Obstagoon certainly didn’t seem to notice, not when his brow was so furrowed that it bordered on the comical. But he kept trying, and that’s what mattered; and as far as Ezmerelda cared, good boys who tried deserved a gift, and what better gift was there than the gift of herself? What best way to go than to make more of her that Paul may sink his hands into? She certainly felt this was true, so much so that, when the shirt was finally undone, the last button conquered and her tits spilled onto the outside world, they slapped loudly against her chest… and kept on going until they loudly spilled onto her lap, as a result of her pouring extra mass into them.
A trick she’d learned, and not a particularly imaginative one, but effective nonetheless; why, just look at his face! He could barely even think, let alone formulate words to try and express what he was feeling! He’d gone all the way to places he’d probably never dared go before, and not only was he given exactly what he’d been looking for, but so much more in the process, leaving him unable to choose between being thankful or just losing his mind completely; perhaps, had the two of them been more acquainted before this happened, then the Obstagoon would’ve been capable of producing a sound other than a long, steady whimper, but alas, there was no time for pleasantries or introductions beyond the ones already provided, and if he wanted to get the full prize, the young man was just going to have to work for it.
Surprisingly enough, however, he would; this caught even Ezmerelda off-guard, who had assumed that, all enthusiasm aside, her little boytoy would need some time to recover from the shock of being shown a grower like herself, perhaps even needing her to pull some of her own weight in order to get things back on track. In reality, after having a few seconds to recenter himself, Paul instead dove right in, not just sinking his hands into Typhlosion plush, but throwing his face directly into the middle of the giantess’ tits, causing her to almost flinch backwards with how startled she was. So many of her lovers turned out to have so much more bark than bite that she’d grown accustomed to needing to push things along whenever she revealed any of her tricks, and was in fact fine with this having to happen; she wouldn’t have held it against the Obstagoon if he was so paralyzed by the sight of her bust expanding that he couldn’t perform properly for a few seconds, but instead, there she was getting her tits squished and massaged while an eager tongue found its way to the warm inner folds between her two colossal breasts, making her quiver for once!
There was no telling how nervous her newest suitor was; his own body was shaking so much that it was genuinely hard to tell whether he was having an adverse physical reaction or if he was just excited and horny, but given how he energetically threw himself into worshipping his goddess, one could safely presume it was the latter. Indeed, he wouldn’t emerge from Ezmerelda’s cleavage until the Typhlosion herself pulled him out, and even this was about ten minutes and a whole lot of moaning on Ezmerelda’s part later, who had grown to understand that perhaps the Obstagoon wasn’t nearly as harmless and inexperienced as she thought he was.
Or, perhaps, they were just a quick learner; either way, the fact of the matter was that the end result was the same, and nothing else was quite as important as the proprietress getting her rocks off on account of someone who actually knew what they were doing. Hell, it made her think that maybe she’d been wasting her time deliberately going after the obvious choices, since clearly it took her picking someone outside her usual range for anything new and exciting to happen, and in the time it took her to formulate this thought, the little guy had already put of his hands to good use.
It snuck up on her, so much so that the short period of cold contact between finger and nipple was barely allowed to exist before the pleasure crash eliminated it from Ezmerelda’s mind; the ensuing moan was most likely heard throughout the building, though she couldn’t care less about whether or not people knew the owner of the establishment was being expertly serviced where no one could see her. In fact, she was quite convinced Richard was waiting right outside her door just in case she had to call him, which only made the experience that much more delectable; Ezmerelda knew for a fact that the big lug wanted desperately to taste of the sweet nectar that her Obstagoon toy was gorging himself with, yet would never get it until it struck his employer’s fancy.
Maybe one day, when she felt like being bent over a table and fucked like an animal, the Typhlosion might resort to it, but in the meantime, she had cute little Paul to keep her company… company with entertainment, as it were, given how enthusiastic the young man was; how exactly they’d learned to read bodies so well could only be speculated upon, but he did get every single one of Ezmerelda’s proverbial pressure points right, so much that the giantess was left squirming in her seat, and oddly incapable of controlling her next size spurt. It came too quickly for her to do anything about it, and by the time she found her bearings again, her body had already fallen prey to the process and couldn’t really be changed back… at least, not for a couple of hours.
But it wasn’t her bust that swelled outwards, no; she’d already done that, and if there was one thing the giantess appreciated, it was a good show. And for a good show, one needed to have a proper line-up, not just one thing repeated ad nauseum, hence why after her bust, the next thing to come had of course to be her ass. Nothing too fancy, just a few extra handfuls for the Obstagoon to hold onto once he decided to split his attention downwards; wouldn’t want him to get too spoiled, lest the young man start thinking that he was just being given things, rather than earning them! It took a bit of control for Ezmerelda to hold back anything further, and even then she had to make sure her thighs and hips went along with it, seeing as she wasn’t quite the fan of the “bubble butt” aesthetic; still, by the end, she was left with a positively rotund and deliciously fat rump, leading to her sitting upon her throne and waiting for Paul to realize what had just happened.
To his credit, he only took about ten or so more minutes before extricating himself from within his titty prison, an entirely self-inflicted incarceration that had left him red-faced and clearly weak at the knee, judging from all the trembling. He was very obviously ready to throw himself back in when his eyes chanced to look down and he saw what was waiting for him beyond the cleavage line, his pupils widening as if desperate to take in as much of the sight as possible; Ezmerelda herself could only chuckle as she felt greedy fingers sinking into her delectably soft pudge, pulling her lover closer to herself as if to encourage him to go all in. It did certainly help that, by then, her tits were big enough to envelop his entire body, letting the proprietress fully immerse her customer-turned-boytoy in a massage running from collarbone down to his legs; the poor guy had to angle his arms underneath the Typhlosian’s breasts just to get to her ass, seeing as the giantess herself wasn’t about to make it easy for him.
She felt, perhaps not without reason, that it would be better if the Obstagoon learned the value of what he was trying to get, thus making it all the more rewarding once he finally managed to get there. Hence, she made him work for his handful of ass, knowing that he would appreciate it that much more than if it was simply given away for free… and listening to those moans, only partially muffled by the tit that he was nomfing down, Ezmerelda knew she’d made the right choice. Well, that, and how having her rear massaged in such a manner was a positively heavenly experience; few things outside of herself could truly compare, especially with how good the Obstagoon was.
It bordered on the ridiculous, that someone so seemingly unassuming could turn out to be something of an expert in identifying the best possible locations to get the most out of any movement, every motion, every ounce of energy he put into things; clearly, something about reading books from covers or whatever it was, it was slightly difficult to think straight when one was so busy with one’s lover that one forgot to do basic things, like blinking. It was almost like the experience had reset Ezmerelda, forcing her to relearn how to perform tasks that would normally be handled by subconscious processing. Even breathing seemed to come harder than normal, though in her case, it might very well be because the temperature in the room was growing increasingly hotter as a result of her actually being aroused for once, rather than just horny.
Desirous of sex was one thing, but having a partner who somewhat knew what they were doing and took initiative, letting her be on the receiving end for once? Why, a better combination could never be found, and her body knew that very, very well. It was all she could do to stop herself from becoming putty in the Obstagoon’s hands, mostly since she knew that, at some point, all that moxy and energy would falter and he’d need her to be there to help him along; beginner’s luck and enthusiasm only went so far, and the Typhlosion was still convinced that Paul would, at some point in the near future, realize what was actually happening and trip over himself as a result.
Yet, the longer it went on, the less likely this seemed to be as a possibility; no matter how much Ezmerelda assumed she’d have to intervene at any given moment, her lover boy found some other way to surprise her, be it through a rolling, circular massage on a particularly sensitive area, to bringing his thumbs and index fingers back to her nips to give them some proper attention, even occasionally locking lips that they may experience a moment of true and profound intimacy. For once, she genuinely had to do nothing, and didn’t have to feel bad about leaving her partner to flounder; if anything, she was veering straight into the opposite camp, with the giantess wondering whether or not she was imposing when her lover seemed so happy to just do everything for her.
But… no, this was why she’d been looking for someone, wasn’t it? She was bored and tired of having to do all the work herself, so she figured that it was about time that someone took up the role. She wasn’t there because she wanted an equal, she was there because she wanted to get fucked rather than fuck someone, and for whatever reason no one ever seemed to able to live up to her expectations. Yet this pipsqueak, this absolutely irrelevant Obstagoon, somehow succeeded where everyone else had failed; whether it be through sheer, blind luck, or the possession of skills that he locked up inside and refused to let slip out into the outside world like everyone else down on the dance floor, Ezmerelda didn’t know, and to some extent, it hardly mattered at all. Worrying about constraints and limitations was the sort of thing people did when they were too afraid to go the whole mile and actually try; for people like them, there would be nothing holding them back, not even themselves.
Maybe in some hypothetical reality where they still retained something resembling a sense of self-restraint, but certainly not in this one, where Ezmerelda was still moaning loudly enough that Richard outside was shuffling about awkwardly, and the only reason no one heard a peep from the Obstagoon was because he spent most of his time with his face buried in her cleavage. It was an interesting conundrum to consider: was she still in charge? Did she still call the shots? Or had she given of herself to such an extent that it was now easy for the young man to take advantage of it? Only time would tell; time, and a hell of a lot more growth, since there was still plenty of room left in there.
Wouldn’t be the first time the Typhlosion quite literally took up the entirety of her own office, though if she were being honest with herself, she’d admit it’d just be the second one; it wasn’t every day that she found someone who could satisfy her properly, so to have that and for that lucky little one to bring her to the edge like that was… rare, to say the least. It had been years since last she had the opportunity to cut loose, and there was a solid argument to be made that everything since then had been one long attempt at recapturing that moment, one exceedingly prolonged chase for the same sensations that had driven her mad with lust and arousal for an entire afternoon.
Disappointments, one after another, disappointments who could barely hope to one day dream to reach a fraction of the power that mystical lover had shown her that day… that day, and never again. He was young, he had plans, and though the two of them spent a wonderful day together, Ezmerelda had a business to run and the Feraligatr had a high-flying corporate position halfway across the world, so while fate had them cross paths at just the right point that they could experience true Heaven, it never went beyond that; she knew, deep down, that nothing would ever match that moment, but at the same time the giantess refused to accept that she would never feel as happy as she did that day.
It was insane to think that she was now doomed to a slow decline, that she’d peaked by pure random chance; she refused to accept this, and was going to prove the universe wrong no matter how many times it proved itself beyond right. And there, right there, right in front of her, was the answer to her prayers: an unassuming, seemingly meek and utterly inexperienced Obstagoon with the look of someone who was a few dozen fashion trends out of date, who turned out to be one of the most energetic mates she had ever had the pleasure of getting involved with. He wasn’t even flinching at the sudden growth; one would assume that having one’s lover burgeon outwards with phantom mass mid-coitus would at least cause some degree of confusion, but apart from the initial few seconds of perplexed staring, Paul had apparently taken quite well to whatever it was Ezmerelda could throw at him.
Either that, or he was exceedingly good at improvising, given that he somehow managed to move from one part of her to another without skipping a beat or taking a misstep, one hell of an accomplishment given how much of “her” there was… and how much more was created with each passing second. Ezmerelda had initially assumed that she’d get maybe a few cup sizes and a couple (of dozen) of handfuls of fat to her ass and thighs, little more than a reward for a job somewhat-well-sorta-kinda-done, which was already far more than most of her lovers got. She had assumed, in her ignorance, that she wouldn’t have to bring out her full abilities, for her lover was certainly not going to be worth the effort. Yet now, she found herself adding inch after inch of breastflesh to her bust, inch after inch of hand-filling pudge to her rump and legs, the sofa she sat upon creaking, practically screaming for help as it was slowly broken under the weight of the growing giantess.
But she didn’t care; or rather, she did, but only so far as it allowed her to recognize that it was happening at all. To the Typhlosion, the fact that the couch was finally breaking down was proof positive that whatever was happening, it was the right choice; amidst everything else, she knew that if the upholstery was being ruined, then she was on the proper path. She could very easily replace the couch, especially with how much money she’d probably made that night alone, but someone like the Obstagoon? Someone who knew exactly how to push his hands deep into her soft form just in the right way to make her pleasure centers beg for mercy from the overstimulation? She was going to sink her fingers into him and never let go, because an opportunity like that had already slipped from between them and Ezmerelda was not going to let that happen again.
She was going to keep that wonderful loverboy next to her, close to her, glued to her, and they were going to love every second of it just as much as she was. Hell, given how much energy he was putting into it, it was doubtful whether the Typhlosion’s decisions even mattered anymore; could she stop even if she wanted to, or would Paul do something so ludicrous, so off-the-wall and unexpected, that the giantess would be forced to her knees? Or, perhaps, was this all just her trying to rationalize away what was a profoundly emotional experience that she had spent so long searching for, yet had no real framework for how to deal with? Maybe; maybe she should just worry about what mattered, that being the wonderful Obstagoon with one hand deep into one of her breasts, and another… cupping her cheek, just as the two once more pressed their lips together in a deep and intimate, albeit unashamedly tongue-filled kiss.
Meanwhile, the Typhlosion kept on billowing out over her office, the sofa finally collapsing underneath the weight of a gargantuan giantess whose weight had reached a critical tipping point; there was no going back now, not until she climaxed and got it all out of her system, and who knew when that would be. Sure, Paul was good, but she was much bigger than him, and despite him clearly knowing what he was doing, the Typhlosion was reasonably convinced she had a hell of a lot more experience than anyone else in the building. Yes, those encounters might not have been nearly as satisfying as the one she was going through right there and then, but there were a lot of them, and she’d gained a certain amount of resistance and endurance in the process.
Not that it mattered; Ezmerelda knew for a fact that Paul would get her there, and would succeed where so many had failed before, it just being a matter of time as to when that happened. And in the meantime, he was given everything he could possibly want, in the form of a seemingly endlessly-growing giantess who had absolutely no qualms in utterly destroying everything in her office if it just meant squeezing that one extra ounce of enjoyment out of it. To a certain extent, the Obstagoon wasn’t really sitting on a lap as much as he was resting on a bed made of his own lover, a bed that grew ever greater, ever softer, ever warmer; the atmosphere within the room had grown to near scalding, the two of them sweating profusely and the air being suffused with a mixture of pheromones and their own natural scent, driving them wilder and wilder with every passing second.
To poor Richard, waiting outside the office, what this meant was that the cleaning crew was going to have one hell of a morning the day after, but he chose not to intervene; the last time he had, he was lucky to have kept his job, and as long as the newest loverboy didn’t start banging at the door begging to be let out, then it really wasn’t his place to say what was and wasn’t acceptable. Thus, Paul was eventually completely surrounded by pudge in every direction, and the best part of it all was that he couldn’t tell which part of the Typhlosion he was even looking at: was it her bust? Her ass? Part of her thighs? Who knew, really, and who really cared? Just as long as she was there, just as long as she moaned and whined and begged and screamed for his name? Then he was absolutely doing his job properly, and if that was true, then his one task was to just keep doing it, adding more and more energy into it whenever he did anything at all.
To be frank, he had no clue what he was doing, and was running almost entirely on whatever the primal part of his brain told him would “work”, choosing not to question why his instincts told him to do more or less anything. Ezmerelda seemed to like it, going by how much she was growing and all the sounds she was making, so who was he to say or do otherwise? Keep it going, his lizard brain told him, keep kneading and kissing and massaging and rolling his hips, and occasionally moaning as well for good measure, until he was left with nothing but the tactile feedback, the serotonin storm that left him open to the whimsy of his own libido.
He’d occasionally look back, at what was happening to the rest of the office, and would get a good luck at just how enormous the Typhlosion had become, and just how much bigger she was getting whenever he did anything at all; he would squeeze one breast and suddenly both of them would gain about a foot in every direction, he would sink his fingers into ass or thigh and find the flesh below overflowing, burying him up to the wrist. He would try to smooch that gorgeous titaness, only to end up having to deal with open flames when she responded by openly moaning into him, and that was just the start of it.
To try and describe what he was feeling, Paul would need significantly more vocabulary than he had at his disposal, because it was no longer purely a physical thing. It was no longer restricted to it being two consenting adults having some fun together in an unorthodox situation, it was about two kindred spirits having found one another in the most unlikely of circumstances and making the best of it; at that point, he could probably stop and start discussing some inane shared interest and Ezmerelda would nod along and drink every word that came out of his mouth, with the reverse more than applying as well.
But to do so would be a waste, a waste of a night, a waste of an encounter, a waste of arousal and libido that could be better spent in exploring the limits of what they were capable of. If nothing else, Paul was dejected that he couldn’t grow as much as his lover could; whereas Ezmerelda had by that point taken up the majority of the office space’s floor, and had already begun to climb up the walls, he was… still a relatively diminutive Obstagoon who looked barely able to lift a twig, let alone be capable of tackling a monstress like the swelling Typhlosion he was enveloped by.
And that left him in a strange position, in that while he knew, intellectually, that he was doing a fantastic job, it was hard to accept this when the size difference between the two of them was only becoming greater the longer their liaison carried on. No amount of giggling, of moaning, of lewd and aroused yelling could truly convince him that he was on the right path, and really, it wasn’t until he finally took his pants off and got down to business properly that he finally stopped worrying about it; though, by that point, it was less a case of having found an answer and more that Ezmerelda was surprisingly hot, surprisingly tight, and immensely enthusiastic where it counted, resulting in him having his cock worked perfectly and so expertly that he could barely bring himself to think about anything at all.
It was a blank, a beautiful blank, and he wanted for nothing more than to let his body be taken over fully by instinct, an experience that he’d never had the pleasure of going through before in his life. It was always some worry about something, and at no point did the young Obstagoon get to just stop and wonder about what he wanted out of things; whenever he had the time, it was as if something conspired to take it away from him, and perhaps the greatest of all ironies was that going to the club that evening was supposed to have been one of those selfsame situations. He didn’t want to be there, at least not initially; heavens above, if there was one place he couldn’t imagine himself being, it was in a crowded bar full of people, and sweat, and weird, gross words that he couldn’t quite parse without having to tap into his seldom-used sense for debauchery.
He was only there because his friends practically begged him to come, insisting as he did that everything was perfectly fine and he didn’t need to go anywhere right up until the moment where he was handed a small card and told he was expected to cough up at least twenty bucks before the bouncer let him back out. He couldn’t have possibly imagined that he’d end up surrounded by Typhlosion on (literally) all sides, struggling for breath in a room whose ambient temperature only rose higher and higher the longer he kept giving the burgeoning giantess a reason to do so; took him a long while before Paul actually realized what it was that Ezmerelda was looking for, and even then he was supremely confused on account of it.
Looking around, there was no office; the Typhlosion had more or less grown all over it, her curvaceous self adapting to its contours and turning the interior into a paradise of soft bosom, even softer lap, and occasionally butt for good measure. He had assumed, perhaps not without reason, that the giantess had already climaxed, and plenty of times already; that she was still yearning for release resulted in a confusing mixture of emotions, chief among which was… determination. An odd sentiment to have, all things considered, but there was something about that precise scenario that awoke in him a sense of overwhelming, almost incapacitating power; like a beast had been awoken inside of his very soul, leaving him filled with a fire that could not be seen, could not be felt, but whose effects were very clear in anyone paying the slightest amount of attention.
For Paul, this was nothing short of a grand revelation, a spiritual awakening that left him reeling from the raw power contained within him that he had never once expected to be real. For Ezmerelda… well, suffice it to say she was being filled in a manner she had never been before, and this was enough to leave her airheaded and mostly unable to think straight. Her being as big as her entire office hadn’t been on purpose; fact of the matter was, past a certain point, she was simply no longer capable of controlling herself in any meaningful manner, with her instincts taking over so thoroughly that it was a wonder she could even think in those terms at all. But for the Typhlosion, it just added to the experience; let other people have “regular” sex with “regular” growth, she was going to dive straight off the deep end into the murkiest part of the pool, where looking down yielded nothing but a yawning, cavernous abyss ready to swallow her and never let go.
She would gleefully swim down and maroon herself at the very bottom, surrounded on all sides by a pressure so immense that her body would feel like it was bursting, and somewhere along the line, she completely lost track of that metaphor. Basic point being: she was horny, and that Obstagoon was doing a surprisingly good job of taking care of that, to the point where she felt half-obligated to verbally commend him. Alas, her throat was already busy with other noises, ones that didn’t quite make a whole lot of grammatical sense, but were dreadfully necessary regardless, lest the room not be filled with the sort of sounds that only a horned-up, sex-starved giantess like herself could produce.
It was imperative that those be maintained, as they were scientifically proven to be the single most effective way of improving arousal in her lovers; she should know, she fudged the results herself! In between that and having a body that left very little wiggle room, so much so that poor Richard was starting to hear cracks forming in the walls behind him, it was little surprise that Typhlosion had somewhat misplaced her sense of decency and self-restraint; the only rule left in her head was thus: do not break free of the office. It was the one thing that she drilled into herself over the years, the one line that she had conditioned herself never to cross, as surely, if she ignored it and went flying past, there was no telling what might happen; one thing led to another, and if she broke free of one room, there was no doubt the serotonin high would cause her to want to break free of another, and who knew how far she would go after being released into the great outdoors?
No, it was better that she create an artificial limit to keep herself from going too far… not that she was in any way truly limited in what she could do while within it. Indeed, to a certain extent, being forced to work within these constraints made it all the more delicious when she did manage to break through a qualitative barrier, achieving some heretofore unseen level of sexual apotheosis that made it difficult, if not outright impossible, to call everything that came before it “pleasurable”. And it was a process that stacked upon itself, again and again, until even this ridiculous string of thoughts was frayed and ripped into tiny little shreds, leaving nothing of the Typhlosion behind but her primal self, the lizard brain hiding underneath everything else.
Yet, nothing more was truly needed; for both her and her lover, the line began and ended with their body’s natural endurance, its ability to keep going after a pounding, and just how much pressure and heat they were willing to withstand if it meant carrying on with a passionate lovemaking session that really should have ended several minutes prior. Given that neither side seemed willing to budge, it was likely that the end result would be something akin to the complete destruction of the workspace they were using in a most unorthodox manner; hell, most of it already was wrecked beyond repair, given how much pressure had been placed on the upholstery, cabinets, and the beautiful mahogany desk that had long-since been turned into a broken pile of lumber underneath a single one of Ezmerelda’s asscheeks.
It was a race to see who cracked first: the tiny Obstagoon, pistoning into the giantess surrounding and slowly enveloping him in a cocoon of her own flesh, or the Typhlosion herself, whose ability to hold onto herself slipped further and further the bigger she became. It would stabilize, at least eventually, when she reached a point where she mustn’t grow any more, and most of her mental faculties would thus have to be diverted towards keeping her body from infringing on that limit; this would leave the rest of her vulnerable to attack from her arousal, and as soon as that point was reached, well… suffice it to say, the rest of the club was about to get an earful of what it sounded like when someone actually knew what they were doing, a very rare occurrence in those parts.
Most of the time she just did a half-hearted impression of what a female such as herself was “expected” to sound like in the minds of the macho man fuck machines who could barely last five minutes with her; she had no obligation towards it, but even though her choices were usually piss poor when it came to satisfying her, she at least tried to spare their feelings when it came to that. Not that time around though; if she’d ever had any intention of faking it, it was blown clean out of the building when the Obstagoon, by then thoroughly spent and running on fumes, finally reached the end of his rope. He certainly tried to keep going, but it was no use; one final thrust, and he bottomed out entirely, practically sucked in as his body lost all motor control over itself in the precise moment of climax.
By all accounts, it wasn’t even that big; Ezmerelda had certainly seen and felt bigger loads, but there was something special about that one that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Maybe it was sentimental in nature, in that she’d actually grown to care somewhat for that fuzzy goofball trying his best to pretend like he was in charge; maybe she was just so desperate for a man who knew how to push her buttons that it didn’t really matter if said man happened to be a fraction of her size and looked to be like a fish out of water. What mattered was the moment, that singular instant where their carnal passion crystalized and became something greater than the sum of its parts, where the couple, now united in the most physical of consummations, overcame their own limitations and achieved a state of near-Nirvana… if one was feeling particularly generous.
In truth, were one to be purely objective about things, the only thing that really happened was that both Ezmerelda and Paul were irredeemably horny and just happened to be at the right place, at the right time, with the right people to make the most of it. They fed off one another until the whole room rumbled, leaving the bouncer outside the door wondering whether he shouldn’t just turn around and try to figure out what was happening, at least until the door to the office cracked and a whole lot of Typhlosion plush came bulging out, accompanied by the muffled throaty noises that Richard clearly identified as belonging to his employer.
Him and just about everyone else in the club as well; even if most didn’t know whose voice it was by sound alone, after a handful of glass shards rained on the folks directly underneath the window to the proprietress’ office, it became exceedingly obvious just who was making those noises, and just how little the muffling was doing to keep them from being heard. It wasn’t Ezmerelda’s fault, of course; she was merely reacting to what she’d been given in the normal, appropriate form, that being to let her partner know in no uncertain terms just how she felt about the whole ordeal. It just so happened that this involved a great deal of screaming and begging for more, even as she felt her insides being plastered and her whole body bloating uncontrollably as a result of her climax, leading to quite a bit of spillage that she just couldn’t avoid.
That was fine though; a good price to pay for one of the greatest lays she’d ever gotten in who knew how many days (or weeks, once she was done giggling at the rhyming). Sure, she was technically stuck, and knowing how her own body worked, she was likely to need several hours before she even began to shrink back down, to say nothing of whatever happened to the poor Obstagoon now that he was stuck inside a living oven. But for some reason, she didn’t seem to care, and given how little Paul was moving outside of caressing her and still bucking his hips, he didn’t seem to care either. Hence, the best thing either of them could do was just… live, right there, in that moment. Savouring it.
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The primary goal of Reconstruction was to restore former Confederate states to full union membership while ensuring basic civil liberties for freedmen (former slaves). To do so required sweeping legislation, including the passage of three constitutional amendments—the Thirteenth Amendment abolished slavery; the Fourteenth Amendment granted citizenship status; and the Fifteenth Amendment gave African Americans voting rights regardless of race or previous condition of servitude. Aiming to protect civil rights, Congress also passed numerous other bills—outlawing racial discrimination in public places, such as hotels, restaurants, etc.; granting land ownership opportunities to African Americans through homestead acts; providing funds for educational institutions, such as historically black colleges/universities (HBCUs), among many others. However, these efforts largely failed because much-needed enforcement was lacking, especially during Andrew Johnson’s presidency, when he vetoed several key pieces of legislation designed to protect freedmen’s rights.
In addition, the Reconstruction period marked a turning point toward greater national government involvement across various sectors, including the economy, agriculture, banking, etc. In response, Congress established departments—such as the Department of Treasury and Department of Agriculture—passed multiple acts regulating interstate commerce, established the Bureau of Labor Statistics, created the National Park Service, formed the Interstate Commerce Commission, passed the Sherman Antitrust Act, and more. These measures brought an unprecedented level of oversight over the US economy that would become the basis of the modern regulatory framework we have today.
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The Counting Principle
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The Counting Principle, or Multiplication Principle, is a fundamental rule in combinatorics used to count the number of possible outcomes in a sequence of events.
Table of Contents:
- The Counting Principle
- Example of the Counting Principle
- Formulae of Counting Principle
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The Counting Principle
The counting principle, or multiplication principle, is a fundamental rule in combinatorics used to count the number of possible outcomes in a sequence of events. It states that if m ways to perform one event and n ways to perform another after the first event, then there are m x n ways to perform both events together.
For example, consider a person who has 3 shirts and 4 pants. The multiplication principle gives the total number of ways to choose one shirt and pair of pants: 3 x 4 = 12. Therefore, 12 different outfits can be created using these shirts and pants.
The multiplication principle can be extended to more than two events. For instance, if m ways to perform the first event, n ways to perform the second event, and p ways to perform the third event, then there are m x n x p ways to perform all three events together.
The multiplication principle is an essential concept in probability theory, as it is often used to count the number of possible outcomes in a sample space. It can also be used in other areas of mathematics and science, such as computer science, physics, and economics.
Example of the Counting Principle
Here’s an example of the counting principle:
Suppose you have 4 shirts and 3 pairs of pants. How many different outfits can you create using one shirt and one pant?
Using the counting principle, we multiply the number of ways to choose a shirt (4) by the number of ways to choose a pant (3):
4 x 3 = 12
Therefore, 12 different outfits can be created using these shirts and pants. These outfits are:
- Shirt 1 and Pant 1
- Shirt 1 and Pant 2
- Shirt 1 and Pant 3
- Shirt 2 and Pant 1
- Shirt 2 and Pant 2
- Shirt 2 and Pant 3
- Shirt 3 and Pant 1
- Shirt 3 and Pant 2
- Shirt 3 and Pant 3
- Shirt 4 and Pant 1
- Shirt 4 and Pant 2
- Shirt 4 and Pant 3
So, using the counting principle, we can see that there are 12 different outfits that can be created by choosing one shirt and one pant.
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Formulae of the Counting Principle
The formula for the counting principle, also known as the multiplication principle, is:
If there are m ways to perform one event and n ways to perform another event after the first event, then there are m x n ways to perform both events together.
This can be extended to more than two events:
If there are m ways to perform the first event, n ways to perform the second event, and p ways to perform the third event, then there are m x n x p ways to perform all three events together.
In general, if there are k events, with the i-th event having mi possible outcomes, then the total number of possible outcomes is given by:
m1 x m2 x … x mk
This formula can be used to count the number of possible outcomes in a variety of situations, such as arranging objects in a specific order, selecting a subset of objects from a larger set, or choosing objects with or without replacement.
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The Counting Principle FAQS
What is the counting principle?
The counting principle is a fundamental rule in combinatorics that is used to count the number of possible outcomes in a sequence of events. It states that if there are m ways to perform one event and n ways to perform another event after the first event, then there are m x n ways to perform both events together.
What is the multiplication principle?
The multiplication principle is another name for the counting principle. It refers to the idea that the number of ways to perform a sequence of events is equal to the product of the number of ways to perform each individual event.
When is the counting principle used?
The counting principle is used whenever you need to count the number of possible outcomes in a sequence of events. It is particularly useful in probability theory, as it allows you to calculate the probability of a particular event occurring.
How do you apply the counting principle?
To apply the counting principle, you need to identify the number of ways that each event can occur, and then multiply these numbers together. If there are more than two events, you can continue multiplying the numbers together for each additional event.
What are some examples of using the counting principle?
Examples of using the counting principle include counting the number of possible outcomes in a coin toss, the number of possible combinations of items in a menu, or the number of possible arrangements of letters in a word.
Can the counting principle be used for infinite sequences of events?
No, the counting principle cannot be used for infinite sequences of events. It only applies to finite sequences, where the number of possible outcomes is countable.
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“I’ve never lost my keys. The guys always hated me for it, until they realized they could use it to their advantage. Then I was finding everyone’s wallets and phones and shit. It’s a neat party trick, I’m not going to lie.”
“Well, let’s see it then,” Gwen said. She crossed her arms in front of her. She didn’t believe me.
“Give me something to find,” I said.
“My will to live,” Lance joked. Gwen snorted and he handed her a red solo cup. The liquor was so strong the smell burnt *my* nose.
I rolled my eyes. “How many times are you gonna make that joke?”
“Until people stop laughing.”
Gwen looked between me and Lance. She didn’t even flinch as she took a drink. “Is this something you do everytime one of the guys has a new girlfriend? Try and make her look dumb?” Despite her accusation, she was still having a good laugh. Maybe Lance had finally found a keeper.
“He’s being serious, actually. Comes in handy.” Lance sipped his own drink. The music rose - someone had cranked the volume. He leaned into Gwen and yelled in her ear. “What’s something you’re looking for?”
“A million dollars,” she smirked.
“Not that either. Something *specific*,” I laughed and sipped the beer I had been nursing the better part of the night. There was still a good third of the cup left, now warm and flat.
“A room for those two,” Lance gestured at Tristan and Izzy, who were drunkenly making out in the dark corner of his living room. He scrunched his nose as he remembered *his* room was the nearest. “On second thought, maybe not.”
Gwen locked her eyes on me. “Find that boy who went missing last week. Logan Thompson, nine years old, last seen leaving his school with his father.”
I frowned at the request. “Doesn’t work for people. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
Gwen shook her head. “You’re lying to me,” she said, “and I’m making myself look like an idiot.”
“No, it real, I promise.”
“Okay. Find the Holy Grail.”
Lance’s laugh turned to cough as the rum and coke caught in his throat. “That’s a good one,” he wheezed, “I’m using it next time you pull this shit at a party to look impressive.”
I laughed too. Maybe everyone was too drunk for the trick tonight.
“Shit.” I dropped the warm beer over Lance’s carpet.
“Hey, what the hell -”
I could see it. A faint glow hovered in front of my eyes. It bounced for a second, then traced a path out the front door and up the street.
“The Holy Grail is five and a half miles southeast of here.”
“Stop fucking around man,” Lance said. He dabbed at the damp carpet with a wad of paper towel. Gwen reached down to help.
I grabbed his wrist and met his eyes. “I’m serious. I wouldn’t joke about this.”
Lance paused for a minute. He left the wet splotch on the carpet alone and stood up. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Damn,” he muttered to himself. He turned across the room. “Hey Arty?”
Arty turned around, looking annoyed his attention was drawn away from the pretty brunette. “What?”
Lance pushed his way across the room. Gwen and I followed in the wake he cleared. “You’re not drinking tonight, right? You were gonna drive home?”
Arty huffed. “Well, yeah, but I don’t see what this has to do with -”
“Grab your keys,” Lance told him. “Martin here thinks he knows where the Holy Grail is. We’re going.”
“And what? You expect me to lead you into this?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Lance grinned and turned to Gwen and me. “Let’s go find that cup.”
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This is a great way to deepen your students’ vocabulary. Take words they already know, and see how many different ways those words can be applied. Some words have multiple meanings or connotations. Others can be different parts of speech. Let your students have fun with these words by writing a poem.
If your students are creative and like poems, this can be done individually or in pairs. Otherwise, it might be worth trying to do this as a class.
Choose your words
Select five words that 1) are rich in meaning and 2) can be grouped together in a context. It may help to decide the subject of your poem first (but some people may want to let the subject arise from words chosen). By rich in meaning, I mean that a word’s meaning can fluctuate depending on the context or on tone. ‘Washcloth’, for instance, only means one thing, so that’s not a great word, while ‘open’ is a rich word because it can mean ajar, unlocked, available, or vulnerable and can be either a verb or an adjective.
For this reason, you may want to wait until you do a unit that has such vocabulary before beginning this project.
Also consider words that can fit different tones. Can you use it in both a positive an negative fashion? Can you use it in a happy sentence, a sad sentence, an angry sentence, a confused sentence, an anxious sentence, etc. This exercise may be worth doing with your whole class with a number of different words.
Craft your style
Once you know your five end-words and have an idea of your subject, think a bit more about what you want to write. Do you want the poem to describe a place or a thing or a person? Do you want it to tell a short story? What emotions do you want it to evoke? Are you drawing inspiration from memories or hopes? Should there be any difference in tone or in voice between the very first line and the very last line?
For each end-word, write a few short phrases that can go with your subject/tone. If your word is a noun, what different adjectives might you place before it, giving the noun a different focus each time? (the same with verbs and adverbs.) What are different noun-verb pairs you can do.
Then think about how your end-words relate to each other. Is one often affected by another? Do two of them tend to be experienced at the same time? Which ones contrast with each other? Answering these question will help you fill the rest of the lines – the gaps between one end-word and the next.
Write your poem
Put everything together in full sentences. Each line should be roughly ten syllables long, but don’t worry about hitting that precisely. A sentence can last multiple lines, or you could have two sentences in just one line. Each line needs to end with one of your end-words, but that doesn’t have to be the end of a phrase, clause, or sentence; the end of a line is not a stopping point when you read it (especially out loud).
One you’ve linked together your end-words in a sentence or a few for the first verse, do it again. This time, show a slight change in what the speaker is doing, observing, or feeling. Also, the first line’s end-word should not be one that was used in the first line of previous verses. The same goes for the last line of each verse. By the time you finish, each word should be find in the first line of exactly one verse and the last line of exactly one verse.
Once you’ve done five verses, do your closing. This is just two lines long and uses all your words once again, except they don’t have to be at the end of a line this time.
As a teacher, you’ll need to decide how much to focus on creating good poems. If you’re primarily practicing using vocab words in different ways, the first draft of the poem may be enough. If you want to practice poems or creative writing more, maybe you could work on polishing the poems for a second or third draft. You can figure that part out on your own.
If you didn’t do the whole thing as a class, have your students share their poems with one another. Listeners/readers should chose at least one of the end-words try to identify how the same word is used in different ways. Then add it to your collection of class poems!
Technically, the ordering of a pentina is more strict than how I’ve described it, but that’s probably too challenging for our purposes. For ambitious students, there’s also a sestina, which has six verses of six lines with six end-words. | EDUCATION |
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Last week, we talked about introducing the topic of addition and subtraction of fractions using like fractions. After students mastered adding and subtraction like fractions, the next step is to extend their understanding to related fractions.
“Related fractions” refers to fractions that have different denominators that are multiples of each other, e.g. 1/2 + 1/4, and is a pre-cursor to adding and subtracting unlike unrelated fractions, e.g 1/2 + 1/3.
Before beginning this topic, it is important to make sure students have a good understanding of equivalent fractions. Without a firm grasp of fraction equivalence, introducing adding and subtracting fractions will only add to the students’ confusion.
The topic of related fraction addition and subtraction can be broadly divided into cases when the result is less than 1 and when the result is more than 1.
Addition with sum less than 1
As usual, we stress understanding before procedure. Without telling them any rules, ask the students what 1/2 + 1/4 is and most of them will be able to tell that it is 3/4, because they can see it in their mind.
Very often, the students will also be able to deduce the basic rule of fraction adding and subtraction, i.e. the parts must be of equal size before they can be added or subtracted.
Teachers and parents can also follow the Concrete->Pictorial->Abstract (CPA) progression when teaching this module. For example,
Concrete: Start with the fraction wheel as a concrete manipulative, let the students work with simple examples such as 1/2 + 1/4, 3/4 + 1/8 etc.
Pictorial: Transfer the problem to pictorial form. Start with the circle as it is most similar to the fraction wheel,
then translate the problem to the bar model,
Finally, present the problems in their abstract form,
Addition with sum more than 1
Before students move on to fractions that are more than 1, it is important to make sure they can express mixed numbers in improper fractions and vice versa, as well as understand concept of the same whole. Here pictorial representation are especially handy. For example
Similar to the previous case, the students understand that addition is only possible when the parts are of equal sizes. By drawing two “units” in the figures, students will be able to appreciate that the final sum is greater than 1.
Subtraction with related fractions less than 1
Similar to addition, we first start with a concrete manipulative like the fraction wheel and move on to pictorial representation. The objective is to make sure students understand that the same rule applies – that the parts have to be of the same size before subtraction.
When it comes to fractions that are more than 1, there are two cases which should be considered separately: 1) subtract a fraction from a whole number, and 2) subtract a fraction from a mixed number.
Subtraction with fractions more than 1
Subtracting fractions from whole numbers
In general, there are two ways to solve problems involving subtracting a fraction from a whole number. For example 2 – 1/3 can be solved by:
The second method (with regroup) is what we teach and learn in Singapore. The second method can get tedious when the whole number is bigger, e.g. 9 – 1/3 = 27/3 – 1/3 = 26/3 = 8 2/3.
Subtracting related fractions from mixed numbers
We teach subtraction from mixed numbers only after the case with whole numbers are understood by the students. Similar to whole numbers, we can approach the problem using two methods:
The second method involves the concept of regrouping, which is why we introduce the case with whole numbers first. Again, we favor the second method over the first because there is less room for errors.
Addition and subtraction of related fractions is an intermediate step towards general addition and subtraction of unlike fractions, which we cover next week. Similar to “Like Fractions”, it is very important for students to have a firm foundation in their understanding of adding and subtracting related fractions before moving to general “Unlike Fractions”.
This article is part of a series of blog posts on Fractions:
- Read the next post on Fractions: Addition and Subtraction of Fractions Part 3 – Unrelated Fractions
- Read the previous post on Fractions: Addition and Subtraction of Fractions Part 1 – Like Fractions
- Or start from the beginning: Understanding Fractions as Equal Parts
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Understanding what the equals sign means and how addition and subtraction equations work is a first grade, Common Core math skill: 1.OA.7. Below we show two videos that demonstrate this standard. Then, we provide a breakdown of the specific steps in the videos to help you teach your class.
Your students should be familiar with comparing the number of objects within two groups to determine whether the groups are equal. They should also be able to compare two numbers (between 1 and 10) and decide if they are equal (K.CC.6-7).
Understanding equations and addition and subtraction will help your students understand principles later on in first grade as well as in second grade. Your students will be able to think about inequalities, continuing to use their understanding of the equal sign (1.NBT.4).
Later in the second grade, your students will be able to write equations that express equivalent groups and use even numbers, equal parts, skip counting, etc. (2.OA.3-4). They will also be able to write equations to solve word problems (2.OA.1).
Common Core Standard: 1.OA.7 - Understand the meaning of the equal sign and determine if equations involving addition and subtraction are true or false.
Students who understand this principle can:
2 Videos to Help You Teach Common Core Standard:1.OA.7
Below we provide and breakdown two videos to help you teach your students this standard.
Video 2: See if Equations are True or False
The video offers 4 equations and checks to make sure each is true. The equations are as follows:
It then reviews some rules, stating that the “equals sign (=) tells you that the value on the left has to be the same value as on the right.”
Reading the first equation, the video notes that 6 is 6 and that both the values are the same on either side, meaning equation one is true.
The video goes through the rest of the problems, noting that your students either have to add or subject the values on the left and see if they are the same as the value on the right.
In order to help your students add or subtract, you can use a number line like the video does. This helps visualize the adding and subtracting process for students. The video demonstrates two ways to subtract on a number line as well.
At the end of the video, all the equations are marked as true or false.
Video 2: Practice with Addition and Subtraction Signs
The video begins by reviewing what equations are. Boddle gives three examples of equations and discusses why each equation functions. The video states that equations have an equal sign, and each side of the equation must be the same value.
The second half of the video provides additional practice for your students so they can better understand equations. Boddle provides some equations with the addition and subtraction symbols missing. Your students can fill in the blanks and make the statements true.
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Tetra sat on the lip of the fountain, enjoying the simple breakfast she had purchased. It wasn't much, just an apple, bread, and some cheese, but the brisk morning air seemed to add a bit of an extra snap to the apple, and seemed to draw out the honeyed flavor of the oat bread.
It was strange; the taste seemed to almost spread through her mouth for a moment, thick and rich, a delicious honey like she had never known before. But then it was gone. She made a mental note to visit the bakery and get another small loaf to eat on the road later that day.
She sighed happily, watching the merchants come and go, setting up for the bazaar. There were already a great deal of people out and about, even though the seventh bell of the morning had just rung, they were already browsing around and buying things from the early sellers. Likely there were some good deals to be had, but likely what drove the shoppers was the prospect of getting first choice of the goods.
Tetra was quite familiar with having to pick over the bruised fruits that no one else wanted. Her father was a bit of a louse and a drunkard, and had often forgotten to purchase needed cooking supplies to run the inn. Much as her sister had left some years before, Tetra followed in Trina's footsteps, and had traveled downriver to meet her sister.
Apparently on her own Trina had done quite well, as she had hired on a cook, bartender, and serving girl so that she could branch out and purchase a new business upon the coast. Tetra hummed happily to herself and watched the merchants pass by. The barges had started to come in last night, and the crews would take the day to rest and to drink, as the law of the kingdom did not allow for drinking upon inland waterways, where a carelessly driven barge could turn sideways and bar passage for commerce.
Though Trina complained of it being a tiny little town, it sported nearly ten thousand people, and housed both the Baroness and the district magistrate. Compared to the sprawling town Tetra and Trina grew up in, and the coastal capital of Vermillion Plains where Trina was relocating to, it was tiny. But there were far, far smaller towns out there, ones that didn't even have proper sewer systems and methods of water treatment.
Even with all the wondrous knowledge gained centuries ago, some places still stubbornly clung to traditional ways, or worse, knew nothing of the comforts of running water, modern medicine, and motorized carriages. You saw them primarily in larger cities, were there were large, paved roads. As they wore out, the brick and mortar paths were being replaced by concrete. Vermillians had a sense of tradition, and as long as things still worked well, they would keep using them.
Most of the merchants had taken to using Sariis lizards to pull their wagons. The great reptiles did not need to be groomed, have their hooves shod and trimmed, and only needed feeding twice weekly, for their smooth blue-green scales were tinted by tiny plants living in their bodies, keeping the creatures fed.
They were brought to the Plains when Tetra was a youth, and had become quite popular. Though some still clung to the old ways, like the old woman in black. Tetra couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. She looked every part the folktale with, with a black robe, a tall peaked cap, and her long silver tresses. But certainly not wicked, for her ancient eyes sparkled with amusement and her faded lips were curved in a smile.
Her horse was... was... Tetra couldn't quite think of the words to describe the beast. But the.... mare? Or was it a stallion? She couldn't see too clearly, looked to be in terrific shape. Its tail and mane well groomed, the chestnut strands gleaming in the morning sun. Rather unusual coloration for a horse, with a chestnut mane and a rather pale, dappled coat. More freckled.
Tetra chuckled, the horse's coloration reminding her of her own complexion. The beast was about average size, for it looked neither large, nor small, though it looked a bit on the small side for a horse. It too seemed to be quite enjoying itself this morning, even though it seemed to strain a bit with the burden of the cart, as well as walking with a bit of an odd gait.
She took another bit of the bread and nearly spit it out in surprise at the sudden intensity of the flavor. It was better than anything Tetra had ever tasted, that honeyed flavor spreading through her mouth again.
A sudden shiver rocked her body as she felt some strange, yet pleasant, sensation was through her. It was... well... quite erotic, like Tetra imagined sexual pleasure would if it were divested from the body. It was a pure, raw sensation, a climax without the build up or the mess. It left Tetra strangely short of breath.
She closed her eyes and prepared to take another bite of the bread, but the honeyed taste and texture spread over her tongue once more, parted entirely from the act of eating. Tetra than stood, looking around for some sort of giggling pixie, or mischievous fey with a knowing grin. But she did not find one. Instead she was nearly driven to her knees as another bolt of disembodied pleasure buffeted her.
Tetra took a few shaky steps before another spectral climax made her drop her meal. There was most certainly some sort of unpleasant sorcery taking place. Likely some bored magical student toying with a beautiful woman for his teenaged amusement. She snorted and bit her tongue, allowing the pain to help her concentrate and hobbled after the witch's cart. She looked like a friendly enough sort, and Tetra knew from experience that old women loved to ruin the spirited mischief of young boys, wizards or no.
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Trina panted and gasped as she pulled the witch's cart. It wasn't that the burden was great, oh no. With her large, powerful, wonderful, beautiful new body it was so easy. The cart and her mistress felt light as air behind her. It was so wonderful and so terrible. Around every corner she laid eyes upon people she knew, customers of her tavern, merchants that she had purchased things from, caravan leaders and ship captains of the shady sort who had helped her smuggle her ill-gotten rewards.
She walked right past them without being given a second glance. As the witch had promised, the spell that suffused her, making people see only what they wanted to see also worked upon the former thief. She had hooves and a tail, lacked clothing, and she pulled a cart. So obviously she was a horse. Which was true, in part; her large hooves clopped noisily upon the paving stones and her luxurious tail swished from side to side behind her as she trotted along at a brisk pace.
But what had her near breathless was the incredible pleasure she felt from being all but naked in public. Her pale skin was flushed with a deep blush that would not cease. She knew very well that the townsfolk looked upon her and saw nothing more than a horse. But given the slightest mental nudge they would realize that they had seen a busty, naked woman. It had only taken a slight altering of circumstances for Trina to realize that her mistress was not a wizened old crone, but rather an exotic beauty who would never be marred by age.
Just thinking of her mistress' beauty caused Trina to shudder with delight, another climax rocking her hyper-stimulated body. She wasn't sure how it was possible, but she'd been cumming again and again and again with almost no downtime between them. Her legs shook and wobbled each time the pleasure built to bursting within her body, only a handful of seconds between them, a minute at most.
It was the greatest physical pleasure Trina had ever felt. It was more than worth it to suffer the humiliation, made all the greater by her pleasure in it. As she walked she found her hands wandering all over her body, mostly caressing her massive breasts, but nearly as often caressing her nethers through the pair of absolutely saturated cotton panties that had somehow survived her transformation from lithe sneaky thief into massive ponygirl.
Mistress had forbidden her from penetrating herself, but that didn't mean she couldn't rub her puffy, aching, needful netherlips nor her wonderfully sensitive clit. Despite the pleasure and the satisfaction she felt from performing for her owner, Trina found herself craving more.
Her pace at started out as slow and tentative at first, absolutely mortified about what she was doing, but unable to disobey. But as soon as she knew how good it could feel she quickly grew quite enthusiastic, which shamed her all the more. Her mind was a tangle of strange conflicting thoughts and desires. She both loved and hated her mistress, her body, what had been done to her. True thoughts mixed in with the slippery demands her mistress made of her, almost indistinguishable for her real thoughts and desires.
It felt good to obey, it felt good to rebel. No matter what she did she felt sexual pleasure from the act, her body reacted to purely emotional and spiritual stimulation, but as much as Trina got it still wasn't enough. She still craved more. She felt like she would run herself to death trying to end her craving for sex.
"Woah, girl." The witch said, giving a tug on Trina's reins. It took a few steps, but the ponygirl brought herself to a stop, just before one of the city square's fountains. The sorceress hopped down from the cart and removed Trina's bridle and harness. The ponygirl moaned softly each time her mistress' fingertips brushed over her skin, her eyes filled with tears, unable to disobey, but she needed to run, to satisfy herself. But her mistress' touch helped, it helped so much.
The witch took her pet by the hand, leading her to one of the benches before the fountain and she took a seat. Trina knelt before her, head bowed, obedient as best she could be. Trina's mistress opened her robe and began to unbutton her shirt.
"As good as it feels, my pet, your time with me is meant to be a punishment, not a pleasure. Though your discomfort will be mild, you will have to make sacrifices. You will give up more pieces of who and what you are to me for your penance. Once your time is served, I will return them to you if you desire to have them back. But I doubt you will." The enchantress said with a smile.
She ran her fingers through Trina's mane, coaxing the ponygirl closer, "You look thirsty, my pet. I do believe that you need a drink."
In an instant Trina found her mouth bone dry, or had it been that way for awhile? She couldn't recall, she'd been too focused on her pleasure and ignored the other needs of her body. But it would make sense, she was sweating a great deal, after all, and the sexual juices that had been pouring out of her needed to come from somewhere.
"But..." the witch said, halting Trina's motion with her thrall's lips mere inches from her third breast, the mark of her demonic patron that granted her power.
"Remember too, that an extra breast nurses demons and monsters. You likely took my meaning to be that I am visited upon by hungry demons who draw sustenance from me. It is the other way around, my pet, the demonic nature enters those who would drink from my middle breast. Each mouthful a touch of the dark, the wicked, the sinful. Each time you drink, you will gain a further nature of the beast I've added to your soul." She whispered.
"I have a plot in mind for you, dear one, becoming a bit more than my pet and familiar. There is no escaping it, but there is a choice for you. I can draw out your change, to fill the gap in your soul fully with demonic essence poured in slowly over time, the darkness comfortable wrapping around your mind like swaddling. Or I can let it all flow in at once. It will be... messy. A steady trickle can be controlled, a fast pour may miss the target, or cause some spattering. So, little one, which is more important to you? Who you are, or what you are? Drink your fill from me and embrace the body of the beast, or drink from the fountain and risk becoming a beast in your heart. The choice is yours to make."
Trina took a few moments to think it over, and then let out a sound half equine snort and half resigned sigh as her lips found their way to her mistress' silver-blue nipple.
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Tetra panted and gasped as she rounded the corner, it was hard enough to walk with her body repeatedly seizing up for a few moments to climax every few steps, but running had made it even worse. It seemed the faster she tried to go, the more often she climaxed. Likely the folk on the street merely thought she was a bit of a cripple with her odd gait. Thankfully no one seemed to notice the soft moans of pleasure that occasionally slipped from Tetra during a particularly intense climax.
She spied the cart, stopped just before a fountain, the old witch climbing down to unhitch her beast of burden to give the... Tetra still wasn't sure of the beast's gender, but the horse had its bit and bridle removed to drink from the fountain, allowing Tetra to catch up.
The sensations of climax grew weaker and more infrequent; perhaps she was leaving the range of the effect? Or perhaps slower movement meant slower build to pleasurable eruption? Tetra almost found herself wishing that it would start back up again, it had felt incredible. Quite superior to the few dalliances she'd had in her life.
Tetra stagger towards the fountain, opening her mouth to speak, but she quickly closed it as she saw something rather strange. Instead of taking the horse to the fountain, the witch seemed to have opened her robe and...
The young woman blinked, though she had silvery-gray hair, the witch didn't appear to be particularly old. Tetra's eyes and mind seemed to disagree on the matter. It must be some sort of spell or charm, having her youthful looks disguised to appear older and wiser and thus more to the expectations of the townsfolk.
It gave Tetra a bit of a headache to focus on the witch as she did, but it seemed easier to focus on the... horse? No... it wasn't quite a horse, but something else. Tetra couldn't quite make it out, but rather than thoughts of a simple animal coming to mind, Tetra found herself getting a different sort of mental image. Soft, sleek, gorgeous, curvaceous, powerful, sexy... but yet still a horse.
She slumped down onto a bench across the fountain from the witch and her strange beast of burden. Tetra could hear the faint moans of pleasure from the both of them, for the witch had opened her robes and blouse fully, with her mount... nursing on a third breast, nestled in between the normal two.
Despite the oddity, no one seemed to notice, not giving the two a second glance. Nor did they find anything out of the ordinary with Tetra. The young woman found herself unable to keep her hands off of herself; the arousal curse still in place, but without the walking around it wasn't nearly as strong. Despite her own mental protests, Tetra's body craved more sex, more pleasure. As she'd been watching the enchantress and her creature, one hand groped at a breast while the other hand slipped into her breeches, two fingers slipping into herself while her thumb caressed the swollen, aching nub of her clit.
Tetra blushed deeply as she realized what she was doing, but she lacked the will to bring herself to stop, it felt so good, and no one seemed to be reacting to her. Despite herself she met the gaze of several passerbies, who merely nodded to her with a smile and moved on. They did not stop and stare, nor did they condemn her wicked self-pleasure or express their disgust.
Mortified as she was, Tetra found that having people around, seeing her fuck herself, and yet not truly 'see' her acts made her hot and horny as hell. It felt so much better to play with herself where people could see. She found herself shamefully wanting to be seen, to display her slattern ways in front of an audience. The very thought disgusted her, and yet it was so alluring, so arousing...
She knew that it could not possibly be her own, and yet it felt so at home amidst her other thoughts and desires. Something seemed to reach deep down into her and draw out her most perverse desires and fantasies, coaxing them to the surface, doing all that it could to make them real.
Tetra found herself both wishing for her imagined lusts to become real, and praying that they be buried within her for all eternity. But with each passing second she longed more and more to experience them, her mouth filled more and more with the taste of that strange, dark, decadent taste of that honey...
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"Mmm... that's enough, my pet." The sorceress said, coaxing Trina away from her breast. "I'm rather glad you chose to be changed all at once, rather than slowly. It means we will have much more fun together. I think it's been far too long since I experienced the pleasures of the flesh with something real, rather than some summoned thrall. Your body shall be altered to a form I find more pleasing."
The enchantress grinned, "As well as far better equipped to pleasure me." She said with a laugh, "Mmm... I've been so long without the gentle touch of a male. You can't get masculine demons that are willing to sexually submit to a mortal woman. And most of the shapeshifters are not much interested in providing a realistic experience, even for the rewards I've offered."
"But you, my pet? You I can bend and shape to be exactly what I need, what I desire, what I crave. Now..." the witch's eyes, silver as her hair with flecks of deep red, began to glow, turning entirely red as her voice took on the strange harmonic that meant Trina would have no choice but to obey, "Pleasure yourself and your wonderful new cock as you transform, my pet. Masturbate for my enjoyment."
Trina's eyes widened, she hadn't expected something so... strange. She'd never even imagined what it would be like to have one before, but as her mistress' words sunk into her very soul she found herself looking forward to it. She felt a gentle shame come over her, but rather than feeling guilty, it made her smile. Trina loved to perform for her mistress; there was nothing wrong about that.
She leaned back against the fountain, her legs spread. The ponygirl let out a soft moan as she slipped a three-fingered hand into her panties, slipping one of her thick digits into her puffy, aching, saturated sex. She felt so tight... she wasn't sure if it was due to her fingers being larger than the last time she had pleasured herself, or if it were some side effect of her transformation. It took only a few moments for Trina to find her answer.
As she pleasured herself, pumping her finger slowly in and out of herself she found increasing resistance, her womanhood expelling the intruding digit for some reason. Within a few moments Trina could no longer push it in, finding instead only a smooth, sensitive, slick patch of skin.
It surprised her; she had figured that her mistress would merely add the needed male aspect onto her feminine figure. For if she intended her to be male, why go to the trouble of enhancing Trina to give her the gorgeous hourglass figure she now sported? The, for the moment, sexless equine dug the fingers of her other hand into the soft flesh of one of her bountiful breasts. Gods, did she ever adore her new body. It felt so good, so sexy; it was so easy to pleasure...
Trina moaned as her fingertip brushed against the nub that was her clitoris. She took it between thumb and forefinger, rubbing and stroking it with almost exaggerated gentleness. She had no idea how it would feel, or if it would react to her caresses with strange, explosive growth, or with mind-numbing sensation that would make her unable to do anything more than pleasure her new organ.
It surprised her a little bit to find that it did neither; instead giving her a soft, low, gentle pleasure to correspond to her equally gentle touch. The sensation made the ponygirl buck her hips instinctively, and when she did she felt the little nub surge, growing larger and longer. It wasn't too much bigger, perhaps an inch in length, still at some indeterminate point between male and female. But that changed as another jolt of pleasure lanced through her, bringing with it further change.
Trina could nearly wrap her hand around it now, and it felt wonderful, just as her mistress had promised. How big would it become? And what would it look like? Would it remain human, with a touch of equine? Or would it...
She cried out once more as the magic within her seemed to latch onto a stray thought within her mind. The ponygirl began to panic she hadn't actually meant what she had thought, she had merely imagined herself with a member the size and shape of a true stallion. But it hadn't been something she actually desired.
Gods no, she didn't want to be that well endowed, a massive, monstrous bestial thing hanging between her legs. Huge, thick, black, flat at the end like a proper horse dick; it would be impossible to hide, especially when aroused. Where would it go when she wore clothes? It would be unable to be contained within pants, panties, or even a skirt. It would be forced up her top, and likely end up nestled between her breasts.
She shuddered with both delight and disgust, the very thought of having a horse cock made her new member harden and ache; now extending perhaps an inch past her palm. It didn't feel equine, though, it had a rounded, bell-shaped head, it still felt perfectly human. Trina felt herself calming a little bit, her shaft was still growing, but it was still perfectly human. She fully expected to be left with perhaps a foot long member, absolutely massive, but still somewhat normal.
Her prick was long enough to stroke now, her hand jerking up and down the length, which had created quite a tent in her panties. Trina looked down, seeing her new organ for the first time. Though it was still human, the coloration was wrong. It was rapidly darkening, becoming the deep obsidian of a horse.
She couldn't help but imagine herself with it fully grown, nearly hitting herself in the chin with it. So heavy and thick, it would feel so good to stroke. Trina looked up at her mistress for a moment, the witch slowly pleasuring herself as well, looking on at Trina, a predatory gleam in her eyes.
As Trina's length reached a foot the witch showed no signs of surprise or distress. Apparently somehow she would be able to take her pet's member within her. She had said she would shape Trina into what she wanted, and apparently a full-on horse cock was precisely what she desired.
Trina's fingers felt stiff, she wasn't used to having two of them and having them bent in the manner they were for stroking and caressing herself. It seemed like she'd been walking for hours, fondling her tits almost the entire time. The realization stunned her, had she truly become that lustful and slattern?
The thought made her cock stir, expelling a ladleful of thick, translucent, slick precum. The ponygirl gasped as she felt something else growing from her loins; the accompaniment to her cock. Within a few moments her newly grown scrotum and balls had reached the complementary size to her shaft. Her member was thicker than normal, and her balls were the size of her fists, and they were still growing along with the rest of her new manhood.
Her panties couldn't handle the strain, the saturated fabric tearing itself apart as Trina's cock surged forward as it gained several inches in length. It was big enough now for what she had imagined. She closed her eyes as she brought her member between her breasts. It was only just long enough to reach the bottom, but in a few moments it was nestled perfectly between them. The ponygirl stopped her stroking, instead pressing her plentiful breasts against her member, her hands roaming over the plentiful orbs. It was wonderful, just as everything had been since she'd become her mistress' familiar.
Despite herself Trina began wishing her cock to increase even more in size, bigger and bigger, thicker and thicker, all the more pleasurable and beautiful. It surged upward several inches, the slit at the tip splattering Trina's chin with a thick jet of pre. If she tilted her chin downward it was tauntingly out of reach of her tongue. She couldn't sandwich it perfectly between her tits and take it into her mouth at the same time.
She willed it larger, but the long black shaft didn't cooperate. Rather than growing longer, it began to grow thicker, taking on the flat, blunt equine shape of Trina's second species. She bucked her hips, trying to get it to grow the last two inches she needed to have it just the perfect size, able to tit-fuck and suck it at the same time. Oh how she wanted that experience.
Trina shuddered as she felt her cock change, the skin tightening, the base forming a thick equine sheath to house her massive girth when she wasn't erect. The less human it became, the greater the pleasure that filled Trina, as well as the mix of pride, revulsion, and shame. The human part of her felt disgusted by the animal shaft between her legs. It mourned the loss of her true gender. It felt humiliated that she was forced into this form. But it was also aroused by it, coaxed into flaming lust by the bestial, demonic part of her, the union of animal, demon, and familiar. She was her own temptress.
Mmm... bestial or not, her member still felt incredible. Trina smiled and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of her huge equine shaft as she tit-fucked herself closer and closer to climax. It felt so good it seemed to make the rest of her body tingle in delight. So big... so beautiful... so wonderful.
And then Trina was snapped out of her revelry. Things didn't feel quite right; her hands seemed to be almost... fumbling around upon her tits. She opened her eyes and looked down at them, her jaw dropping. Her nails had already blackened, but now they took up the first two joints of each finger, making them almost immobile.
She watched in horror as they began to fuse. She heard the bones popping softly in her wrist and in her arms, shortly followed by similar sounds from her legs and back. She was becoming even more horse-like. It wasn't fair! To be given a massive horse prick and gigantic breast, and yet being unable to caress them.
She tried to rub her member with her increasingly hoof-like hands, but she found her couldn't get them to work quite right. The hooves had no feeling, and thus it was hard for her to position them. She tried crossing her wrists and rubbing herself that way, but her tits were too big. She couldn't hold that position and keep them pressed tightly against her shaft.
Trina looked up at her mistress, tears in her eyes. She was so close to climax, she wanted to cum so very, very badly. But her body was now unable to pleasure itself to the point where she could push her pleasure over the peak.
The witch chuckled and smiled down at her, "There we are my dear, transformation nearly complete. You need to be a proper beast, after all, and horses don't walk around on two legs all the time. Most certainly you can walk like the beautiful woman you mostly are when we're at home, but when we're outside I want you to walk on all fours like the slutty little she-stallion you are."
If she'd had a voice Trina would have begged her mistress to give the ponygirl her hands back, just for a few minutes, just long enough to cum. The sorceress stood, walking over to her pet, her fingertips tracing over Trina's hooves for hands.
"There, there now," she said softly, brushing strands of hair out of Trina's face, "You might not be able to have all the fun you want, my pet. But I assure you, you will have so many other ways to enjoy yourself that it won't matter to you. After all, why would you need hands when your mistress can do this with just the simple brush of a finger?"
The enchantress slowly ran her index finger up the underside of her pet's titanic prick, and immediately Trina forgave her mistress for making the changes. She felt all her muscles tense, feeling a sensation of pressure deep within her being released, followed by an eruption of pure sexual bliss as her manhood gushed forth its seed for the very first time.
There was so much, so many massive jets, rocketing in the air, landing in the fountain, splattering on the flagstones, coating Trina herself in thick gobs of creamy equine cum. Oh it was so wonderful...
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Tetra watched as the horse that wasn't quite a horse nursed from the witch. Though her mind couldn't quite pull the whole image of either the beast or its mistress she could see a few more details than the simple concepts that had been given upon first glance.
Both were absolutely stunning beauties, thinking of either made Tetra overcome with lustful fantasies. Both the witch and her horse were beautiful women, though neither looked normal. The witch was pale in coloration, her skin like porcelain, her hair metallic, silky, and silver. She was most definitely an exotic beauty, the likes of which made Tetra long to bed her, to have that smooth, flawless skin against her, those silver-blue lips against her own...
Tetra would trace her tongue over that perfect tummy, seeking out the witch's strangest feature, her third breast. From the way the sorceress had moaned softly while her pet suckled, it seemed that she greatly enjoyed the act.
And the pet... Tetra could see now that she was a mix of woman and equine; mostly woman, very little equine, just hooves instead of feet and a shaggy tail. She was incredibly well built, perhaps seven, maybe seven and a half feet in height, her hourglass figure seeming almost exaggerated with a massive bust and broad hips. Some women had all the luck, getting to be massively stacked, towering amazons.
With her comparatively broad hips and smaller waist, Tetra could easily see having a saddle placed on her back, and thus allowing a smaller woman, like the witch, or Tetra, could ride her. She could imagine what it would be like, being pressed up against the ponygirl's powerful nude body, gripping her plentiful breasts for support. She apparently got off parading that gorgeous body around public, everyone half noticing, but not finding it out of the ordinary.
Goddess, Tetra would get off on it too, if she could get away with it. Her eyes darted around the plaza, seeing people pass her by, looking at her, but then their gaze being directed elsewhere, a confused expression coming across their faces as the sorcery that enchanted witch, pet, and baffled Tetra alike made them not realize what they saw.
Tetra let out a loud, lusty moan as she continued to fuck herself. She couldn't help it, it was by far the best sensation she'd experienced in her life, and she wasn't afraid to let the world know it. She couldn't help it; she had to moan like a whore in heat, it was just something her body demanded of her. A pressure rose in her throat, and she just HAD to give voice to her building pleasures, less they remain nestled within her and grow more and more tightly packed, until they exploded.
And then Tetra truly felt as if she would explode as the horse girl and the witch parted, the white-haired sorceress seemingly had enough with her pet nursing upon her. She said some words in a strange voice. Tetra couldn't make out the words, but they made her loins quiver and ache, as if glass made to vibrate by a great sound.
She craved something, she didn't know what. There was something that she had to do, but her body and mind lacked the means to complete the task. She was a naughty girl, such a wicked, terrible thing for disobeying. It made the twin fires of her pleasure and her need become competing infernos within her. Even as her pleasure soared to new heights, she craved... no, she NEEDED more. She needed to reach higher and higher peaks of pleasure, plateauing only for a few moments before climbing upward once again.
Had she climaxed? Tetra didn't know, her sex was a sopping mess. Her hand was coated with her own juices, pre and post climactic alike. She was absolutely saturated below the waist, creating quite the pool of stickiness upon the bench and beneath it. She needed to do something, and each moment she failed to achieve it, it made her that much more lustful, more slattern, hungrier and hungrier to fuck, to feed her needful sex.
"Oh goddess..." she whimpered, "I... I need a cock!" she pleaded. Man or beast, it mattered not to sure. All that she required was something nice and thick to cram into her burning pussy. It didn't matter what sort of creature it was attached to, merely that it was the proper shape and would reward her with hot, thick seed.
There were several men that passed by, several leading pack animals that would easily provide a suitable portion of masculine meat, but Tetra couldn't stop herself. She needed pleasure, and to cease her self-caresses for the merest moment would bring ruin upon her. She couldn't pull her fingers from herself, and the sweet physical bliss that rolled over her was enough to make her legs totally worthless.
She needed more pleasure, and she had no idea how to achieve it. She let out an almost feral growl of lustful rage, gripping her shirt. With a snarl she tore it open, sending buttons clattering over paving stones and splashing into the fountain. The crisp morning air felt delightful upon her bared skin. It was such a relief, her clothes felt too tight all of a sudden, they needed to be removed.
Tetra tore her clothes free from her frame with a surprising new strength that filled her, perhaps a demonic strength from the equally demonic lust that filled her? She turned, pressing her breasts against the cold, cum-slicked stone of the bench, it felt so good. She felt like a pig wallowing in mud, but instead of dirty and grime what squelched beneath her and clung to her skin was the result of her own sexual bliss.
She was a dirty, horny, slutty girl and she loved every moment of it, but still the unknown order clawed at her, heaping logs of lust onto the fires of her need. She needed a cock so badly, and it no longer mattered where. She licked lips that suddenly felt more sensitive and a bit fuller, like the ideal example of feminine beauty. She couldn't stand it any more, she was a needful slut, and no one was helping themselves to her eager form.
With the sensations of her nipples across rough, cum-slickened stone, her fingers were free, and Tetra suckled hungrily upon the middle two, imagining them to be the manhood of some wild beast, drawn by her needful scent. Oh goddess yes, that was what she needed, hot, thick animal cock.
Similar moans of pleasure drew Tetra's attention back to the horse-girl and her mistress. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the girl caress a rapidly growing cock. She felt a deep blush spread through her body, a jealous anger filling her. It wasn't fair! Not only did the horse-girl get to have that perfect, curvaceous, muscular, powerful, sexy body, she also got to have a cock of her own!
Tetra had been dreaming about that for years! She'd even looked into transformative spells and potions to grant her one, discreetly of course. She hadn't told anyone, and truth be told she was rather shamed of her deepest fantasy. Tetra had always had an attraction to her own body, and she often dreamed about looking herself over in the mirror as she stroked her imagined manhood. The past few days she had been woken by climaxes in the middle of the night as it filled her dreams.
The one thing she wanted more than anything was being given to a girl not thirty feet away. She watched in fascination as it grew and grew, becoming darker, changing shape to take on the equine aspect of the altered girl. Such a wonderful, perfect cock.
Tetra yearned to have the massive shaft stuffed inside her. How wondrous it would feel... two fingers were no longer enough. She clenched her hand into a fist, wincing, expecting pain as she pushed it into herself. But rather than pain, she instead felt a reward of sweet pleasure. She was a good girl for wanting a thick horsecock of her very own.
The overwhelming need lifted in part from her, and Tetra could pull her fingers from her mouth, drawing in a deep gasp of air into her lungs. Was she forgetting to breathe? It sure felt like it, but it also felt so... easy. Deep breaths poured in and out of Tetra with no effort at all, despite the heavy weight of the breasts upon her chest.
She looked at them quizzically, they hadn't been quite that big when she'd lain down upon the bench. She cupped one with her saliva-dripping hand, and found that they were also far more sensitive than they had been moments before. She was being rewarded for being a horse-cock hungry little slut by being given things that she lusted after.
Mmm... so good...
Tetra tilted her head back, tongue lolling as she tentatively pushed a fingertip into an oddly pliable nipple. Oh goddess! It was just like being fucked! She couldn't help but add a second finger to the first, and within moments she was nipple-fucking herself. It shouldn't be possible but it... it was the greatest sensation Tetra had ever felt.
A half-equine half-human cry of pleasure echoed throughout the plaza, momentarily drawing Tetra's focus away from her own body once more, but only for a moment. Something heavy, thick, and wet impacted upon her, sweet, rich, tasting of that delicious honey she'd felt spreading through her mouth from some strange phantom sensation.
There was an awful lot of it, and it clouded her vision, but as she gulped down a mouthful, Tetra's entire body seemed to light up in bliss. It seemed like every fiber of her being had become a part of her sex, and joined in the explosive sensation as she finally came.
Her cry joined that of the equine as she came. It felt as if somehow had placed a grand waterfall in her, and now it sought to surge outward through the only opening it could find: her sex.
She was lost in pleasure, only coming back to herself a minute or two later, her vision cleared, the last drops of thick horse-seed being licked from her fingers. Its weight felt comfortable in her belly, but it seemed to be oozing slowly downward. Tetra paid it no attention, merely basking in the afterglow of her stunning climax.
She felt good, better than good, she felt perfect. She felt fucking gorgeous, literally. Every inch of her seemed primed to either draw in attention, or to be caressed or filled with a sweet, wonderful cock.
Tetra watched the new she-stallion, admiring her form. The horse-girl had grown even larger, closer to horse-sized than human, her equine member almost ludicrously oversized. She looked down in fascination at what had once been hands, now sleek, shiny hooves. Her silver-furred ears twitched, also long and equine. She looked to the witch with a mix of fear, confusion, anger, and lust. It was obvious she was puzzled by the changes to her already somewhat bestial body. She hated becoming even more animalistic, even as it excited her.
The witch stood, whispering seductive words into one equine ear, making the girl's still human skin break out into a blush. She seemed to be offering the girl something, something unexpected that made her eyes go wide, and her blush deepen. The girl lowered her head for a moment, and then nodded, earning her a laugh and a few pats from her loving mistress.
The witch sighed happily and turned and bent down over the side of the bench, her legs spread. Oh she wasn't, there was no way she was going to have the she-stallion...
Tetra felt arousal spike in her loins once again as she watched the girl's massive equine member slowly slide into her mistress' depths. The witch letting out intense moans of delight. There were tears in her silver-red eyes, it had been a long time since she'd had a cock inside her, let alone one so large. Tetra stared in fascination, wondering how the witch could take it.
The horse-girl's prick looked large enough to impale the witch upon, and Tetra found herself half expecting it to emerge from between the sorceress' perfect blue-silver lips. But it didn't, it didn't even make her midsection bulge in the slightest, even as the she-stallion hilted her shaft within the enchantress.
She was a beautiful mix of woman and horse, able to stand with equal comfort upon four legs and two. But she craved the contact of her mistress' skin against her own, bending down over the witch, placing her fore-hooves upon the bench, taking the sorceress like the male beast that she was, in part.
Tetra smiled, watching the two make love. For the first time the sorceress no longer looked cold, her control over her emotions slipping. Rather than the chilly ice her coloration suggested, Tetra knew she her icy exterior was quickly melting before the heat of her desire.
The amazon let out a blissful sigh as her hand found its way to her loins once again. This time it wasn't out of any sort of supernatural need, or demonically building lust. She merely wanted to join in on the act before her. Though she was sure the two wouldn't appreciate an interruption, she could have her own fun at the same time they did.
Her netherlips felt oddly puffy, and her clit seemed to have grown along with the rest of her. Both areas were wonderfully sensitive and Tetra began to gently stroke them with her fingertips, a shiver going up her spine. Her enhanced body seemed capable of responding to rough, hard, passionate sex and gentle, tender, loving caress in equal amounts. Tetra's altered form seemed tailor-made for any sort of carnal encounter one might desire, and she loved it.
After a few caresses Tetra realized that her body was continuing to change. She grinned as she knew what was happening, and it made her positively giddy. She had longed for this for so long, keeping it bottled up inside, somewhat ashamed of her desires, but no longer. She fully embraced her sexuality now, reveled in it, delighted in deviance.
It was so relaxing, so freeing, so much nicer than keeping all her lusts and desires bottled up. It was like Tetra could let her true self out for the first time, freed of her fear and shame. She began to stroke herself faster, the increased pace seeming to make her alterations accelerate. Her netherlips continued to puff outward in the front, the skin growing and shifting around her swelling clit. The nub itself was beginning to elongate. This must've been how the horse-girl had felt a few minutes earlier.
It was strange, the way Tetra was developing, her body filling out, growing, expanding, sexualizing, and now altering every so slightly in gender, just as the witch's pet had, but without the equine aspects. Perhaps the witch had cast a spell upon a girl from the market, transforming her into her equine fucktoy, and some of the spell had impacted Tetra by mistake? Perhaps she had cast it in the spot where Tetra had eaten lunch, but sometime the previous night?
They did share some similarities after all, their hair and skintone was very similar, though Tetra still had trouble focusing upon the pet's face. Perhaps the witch had set some sort of trigger conditions for the spell, perhaps that would explain why she got the sexy changes, but not the horsy ones. Mmm... not that she'd mind them; having hooves and a nice, sexy tail. Her pleasure spiked at those thoughts, the spells altering her seeming to reward Tetra for her imagination.
Mmm... and what would it be like to have a nice thick, horse cock of her own? Tetra could almost imagine it, certainly not as big as the monstrous shaft the horse girl had, but still larger than would be appropriate on a girl of her size.
She giggled, as if cocks were normal on girls, let alone girls of her now Amazonian height. Her shaft was now big enough to wrap her hand around, and it felt wonderful. The weight between her legs felt so familiar, as if it had always been a part of her, but only just now had been given true physical form. It was fully formed now, and Tetra explored it with her other hand.
To her surprise it wasn't quite human; at the base of her shaft was a bestial sheath rather than the smooth skin she expected. Her member also felt rather odd, the oddity growing more pronounced as her member increased in size. Four inches, five, six, there was most certainly an oddity with the way it felt, a formally subtle swelling becoming more prominent with each passing inch. The cock that grew between her legs wasn't entirely human, the swelling in the middle, a medial ring like a horse, proved that. As it grew longer the proportions were also changing, making it longer than a human member of the same thickness, more like that of a horse.
The head wasn't as round as a human shaft was, but a bit flatter, but it was still larger than the broad but narrow flare of a horse. Much to her disappointment Tetra found her shaft's growth ceasing well before she was satisfied, a paltry 12 inches. Nearly impossible for a human male, but nowhere near the potential that could be achieved for a slattern whore-horse. But Tetra had to admit, her new member felt absolutely delicious. So good to rub, so good to stroke. She longed to have somewhere to stick it, not mattering what, just so long as it was warm, wet, and tight.
A pair of loud cries echoed through the fountain square, a wave of almost physical lust and sexual pleasure surging through it. Halfway to her first masculine climax, Tetra found herself pulled right along into orgasm, and she could sense the reactions from passersby, soft gasps as pants suddenly grew tented, and underthings grew suddenly moist.
As Tetra spilled her seed, she watched the pet stallion-girl and her mistress in the blissful throes of climax. She could see the witch's belly slowly expanding from the sheer amount of hot cum that filled it. Not only did her belly appear to be growing with each jet, but her breasts as well, the central one especially.
Though the witch's strange addition didn't quite reach the size of the other two, it was a bit more in line with their size, rather than half. Mmm... it made her look sexier. She had gone a long time without the sexual energies that granted her additional power, and it looked like having a pet greatly improved that.
The she-stallion slowly withdrew from her mistress, but not a drop of her masculine essence leaked free. She dropped to her knees beside the bench, panting in blissful exhaustion from the overwhelming sensation of climax. Lust still gleamed in her eyes, and if she was anything like Tetra, she'd be more than eager to take a cock between her lips.
Tetra smiled and stood, her hooves clopping on the paving stones. How strange that she hadn't noticed the change. Her grin only grew wider as she approached the pair. The she-stallion looked at her with traces of confusion, but her mistress understood in an instant.
The more human of the two she-stallions bowed, "You have a fine animal here, my mistress." She said to the witch, "I'm sure she will serve you well, as will I."
Tetra kneeled down, her lips seeking out the horse-girl's own. She seemed stunned from a moment, struggling for another, but Tetra was insistent and her affection could not be denied. She ran her fingers through the thrall's mane, delighting in its lush softness, craving such a state for her own.
Tetra drew in a breath, feeling a cold mist seeming to seep from the other, slithering deep down within her spirit, seeking something but finding no room. She gave of herself to the mist, allowing it to take what it needed in order to place its gift within her. With a soft sigh she sent it back, tendrils of azure smoke curling upward from both their mouths as she broke the kiss.
"Mmm... I've always wanted to do that, big sister," Tetra purred. "Well, not quite. I've always loved my body, and as my twin you had very much the same. I've always dreamed what it would be like to kiss your lips, to run my hands over a mirror image of myself. I even told you once, when we were both deep in our cups during that new year celebration."
Trina looked up at her identical twin, no longer quite identical, their linked souls once more in balance. She could feel her lust rising, but she made no move to fight it, making love with her twin felt like such a wonderful, natural thing to do. The feelings of trepidation and dread she had felt were dulled. The spell that altered her mind, body, and soul had been confused as it found that the soul it sought to corrupt was joined tightly to another. It saw no point in carrying all of its burdens of enchantment all the way to one, and then back to the other. It gave them equal measures of lust, for it that was such a light and wondrous thing to carry, but shame was a terrible burden to carry. So it had given the first soul all it has of that, and then traveled the thin road to the other, granting wonder, adoration, and acceptance. When the two lustful souls met, they could divide the burdens between them on their own.
Tetra sat down upon the bench, stroking her sister's equine ears with merging fingers, giggling as a ticklish sensation accompanied the growth of her tail. "I remember something else you said on that night, chuckling over my strange fantasy, asking if I had any other. You seemed amused when I told you, and perhaps you made your promise in jest, but I am going to hold you to it."
The new ponygirl gripped the she-stallion's ears, coaxing her head down, down, down between her legs, "You said if I ever got one, dear sister, you'd suck my dick," Tetra giggled. "And now here it is, I can feel it swelling and growing, so eager to become like yours. But I have the feeling that you're not going to mind as much now as you would yesterday morning."
Trina and Tetra both moaned with delight as Tetra's swelling cock slide between her sister's lips, welcomed by a thick, eager equine tongue. She sighed with bliss, having been given the darkest fantasies that she had ever desired.
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The sorceress smiled as she watched her two pets play. She had long since known, of course, about Trina's twin. But she could not be sure of what effects the spell would have upon Tetra. Long ago mind, body, and soul of both sisters had been joined within the womb, and even with mind and body parted, the link of the souls still remained.
But she had not been expecting such a strong and powerful link. She was not, however, going to look a gift horse-girl in the mouth. A second familiar was almost completely unheard of, nearly impossible to bring about. But with Trina and Tetra to both fuel her powers, the sorceress could bring about her plans with much greater speed.
Not to mention the sex that would undoubtedly happen sometime in the near future. She was blessed by dark fertility magics, after all, she could take the grandest of dragons within her if she desired, and the dragon was offering. Certainly she'd slosh like a full water skin with every step she took for weeks afterwards, but she could take it.
She licked her lips as she watched her pets play, fantasizing about what it be like to have both their shafts, once Tetra's was fully grown to match her big sister's, of course, inside of her. It would be absolute heaven, or hell as it was in her case. Pleasures and punishments in the afterlife worked quite differently when one had connections on the other side.
The witch sat back, rubbing her swollen, cum-filled belly. A few more loads like that and she was assured that her plan would come to fruition. Her other hand found its way to her third breast, always more sensitive than the other two. It nursed demons, after all, in more ways than one.
Mmm... delicious, decadent, wicked twincest... | STORY |
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*Otto Octavius's fusion research must not be completed. Eliminate him, along with his protege and confidant Peter Parker. Keep in mind that New York is home to many powerful superheroes, so discretion is essential. I'll leave you to prepare.*
The timeline was tight, but fate had granted Agent 47 a gift - Otto Octavius was demonstrating his prototype fusion reactor in public at the university, and it was easy to blend into the crowd of suit-wearing investors that filled the exposition hall. And the boy, Peter Parker, was an easy target - while Dr. Octavius was the center of attention, nobody was keeping an eye on a lowly lab assistant. 47 was already composing the accident scene in his mind - the boy felt sick with nerves, went into the bathroom, slipped and cracked his skull on the porcelain, and that was that. It could have happened to anyone.
All it would take to start things moving was a dose of emetic poison and a waiter's uniform (the waiter himself was unconscious in a broom closet). The boy picked an hors d'oeuvre off the tray without suspecting a thing, and a few minutes later he was running for the bathroom, sick to his stomach. And Agent 47 was hiding in the stall, ready to snap his neck.
Everything was going according to plan, until he stepped out of the stall and Peter suddenly whirled around, hands coming up defensively. He seemed shocked to see the assassin behind him, then lowered his hands when 47 made no further move.
"Oh, you startled me!" Peter said.
"My apologies. People say I walk very quietly." 47 replied casually. "Are you okay?"
Peter shook his head. "I think I ate something that disagreed with me. And right before the reactor demo, too."
The two stared at each other cautiously. As far as 47 could tell, Peter didn't suspect him, but the boy was refusing to turn his back on the agent, just holding his stomach and enduring the poison. Infuriating.
"Can you... stop staring at me? I'm feeling awful enough already." Peter asked. "It's creeping me out."
There was another pregnant pause. The assassin's instincts were screaming at him, telling him that he was made, even though Parker couldn't have seen through his disguise. At the same time, Peter was getting more and more nervous, his hairs literally standing on end.
47 made his decision. "I'm afraid you're about to have a tragic accident, Mr. Parker." He grabbed the boy by the collar, preparing to smash his head into the sink.
His hands passed through empty air. The student just stepped sideways and backwards, moving towards the bathroom window.
"Who are you?" Peter demanded, hands curling into fists.
47's mind raced. Something was very wrong. His genetic enhancements made him stronger and faster than any normal human, but his target had dodged like he was moving in slow motion. But that didn't change what he needed to do, it just changed how violent this assassination would be. Parker had to die, now, before he could warn anyone of his presence.
His hand flashed into his suit jacket, drawing a silenced pistol. But before he could aim it, Peter dove out the open window. Agent 47 tilted his head in confusion. He'd never seen a target do *that.*
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Peter Parker clung to the side of the wall, two stories below the window, trying to calm his racing heart. He'd fought his fair share of thugs and hitmen, but none of them had been as terrifying as the bald assassin had been. Throughout their entire exchange, his cold expression hadn't changed in the slightest. No emotion, just a simple calculation of the most efficient way to kill Peter and an immediate execution. He hadn't hesitated to draw the gun when his first attack failed.
Well, this was officially a Spiderman problem, not a Peter Parker one. He dropped the rest of the way down the building, ducked behind some bushes, and pulled his costume out of his backpack. First, find the assassin - hopefully, before he changed his clothes yet again and vanished into the crowd of corporate suits. Second, figure out who wanted Peter Parker dead.
That was the other bizarre thing - Peter didn't work on anything really important at the lab. Really, if you wanted you wanted to ruin the project, Dr. Octavius would be the logical target. A lone, eccentric researcher working on a highly volatile fusion reactor - nobody would think twice if he died in a lab accident.
Spiderman's heart started pounding again as he realized what the hitman's next target would be. He fired two webs at the top of the expo hall and rocketed upwards, praying that he'd reach Otto before the hitman did... | STORY |
(FtM TF Deer)
Alice sighed as she looks out the window behind her office cubical. The trees all through the city are turning orange, yellow, and bright red- the vibrant colors of autumn have returned. The heat of summer had not completely left yet but... Alice still felt like another summer passed her by. Between work, life in general, and the things she likes to do to unwind... she never really does anything summer-y. Or wintery when winter comes for that matter. She always envisions plans to do stuff but then ends up just sticking to her regular routine anyway. Worse still- her regular routine doesn't include a significant other. And if she never really goes out- there is no opportunity to meet anyone, either. In all honestly; she did not really crave the companionship or the general maintenance relationships require. What she did miss was having someone yank her head back by her ponytail and slam a dick into her. Women have needs too.
Alice is good looking- if she actually willed herself to go out and look, it probably wouldn't take her long to snag someone. She has soft peach toned skin and deep red-brown, violently wavy hair she usually keeps tied back. She is fairly tall with average figure and pert D cup breasts, her eyes are a diffused blue that almost looks silver, and she has plump, pouty scarlet lips without even needing lipstick. Unfortunately not many people ever seen her- when she is not enclosed on three sides by a cubical at work she is in her home watching Korean dramas while using the wetness of her tongue to pick up popcorn kernels without using her hands.
Today like any other day; she returned to her home, did not bother to turn the lights on and opened the curtains on the windowed doors at the side of the kitchen to let in the natural light to cook dinner by. She yelped in surprise at the beast just outside the window! She has seen him two other times too- a stag. She has to shoo him away because he wanders into her yard to nibble the small garden she is trying to grow! She is a bit nervous about having to give him the boot too- because autumn is when the rut happens. It is mating season for the deer- so the stags are going to be more aggressive. He only paused when she opened the curtains, then resumed eating.
"Uuugh! You don't have to worry about relationships, you can just hop on whatever doe you can catch, I am not letting you have my garden too!" Alice went to grab the broom but paused. "Wait a minute..." An evil smile crossed her face. "You can have sex whenever you want..."
She scrambled to her bathroom quickly, batting items aside in the shelf over the toilet to find an old magic book- it is a book on healing magic so Alice keeps it with the first aid kit in the bathroom. She flipped through the book and found the spell she was looking for quickly. An old spell that allows someone to link their body to someone else, so that they feel everything the other person does. The spell was created by doctors to help identify conditions. The deer are in rut; they are all going to be having sex and the female to male birth rate of deer is purposefully skewed so that there is a lot more doe than stags. Because a doe can't get pregnant on top of an existing pregnancy- but a male can keep making others pregnant all mating season. So the odds of this guy not getting someone is extremely slim. If Alice links his feeling to hers, she will be able to experience sex through him without actually needing to have sex herself.
She almost cast the spell before pausing again. "Wait, shit, I need an end condition. I can't cancel the spell myself because there is no guarantee I can find the same deer again to be able to."
A medical book isn't going to have the rune for an orgasm conditional break. Alice nervously looked at the stag; she did not want him to finish and leave if she went to search for a rune. She grumbled and went into her fridge, pulling out a head of lettuce and rolled it toward him from the glass door. There, that should keep him busy. Alice had no books that would have a rune like that, so unfortunately she had to put her faith in the internet not screwing her over and googled it. She found one that looked legit without too much trouble, but grumbled at how mismatched the spell looked. The runes she found from searching are all modern- the medical book she has is very old; the runes are inefficient and outdated. Hopefully the two types of runes even work together... what was the worst that could happen though? The spell fails and the stag impales her on his antlers? Hm, actually that would be pretty bad.
Alice cast the spell, placing her hand on the glass directly in front of the deer- the few inch gap between her and the deer was not enough to interrupt the spell at all. The stag let out a hollow, nasally cry in surprise and looked around startled and confused by the odd, brief feeling of a mana surge through his body. It was finally enough to cause him to prance back into the brush behind her yard and return to the forest.
Alice popped her head out to pick the bitten head of lettuce off the ground. "Lettuce not waste this."
She was still washing the lettuce off from deer drool and dirt when she paused and concentrated on a strange sensation in her crotch. It almost felt like someone very gently tugging on her labia? Alice realized it must be his balls! Once out of sight from humans; he probably started to move faster, causing his balls to jostle around. She linked sensation with his junk but it doesn't share exclusively sexual pleasure- she can feel everything. Alice cups her hands there as her brain has a hard time comprehending the information. It feels like there is two balls bouncing around between her legs, but she doesn't even have balls, so her brain is getting sensory input from an organ she doesn't even have. Sort of like a phantom limb, but a more pleasant.
Alice decided to make herself a giant omelet for dinner, and every so often she would pause from a strange sensation, trying to figure out what it is. Long grass tickling his junk as he moves toward the forest at the edge of the city. A bug lands on it, trying to bite it but the skin tenses abruptly and knocks the bug off. Alice's plan was made hastily out of jealousy, but she was starting to think how she wanted him to find a doe soon- if she can still feel everything he does by the time she goes to work tomorrow; Alice will be twitching and flinching randomly all day. The spell also won't end till he is sexually spent, and Alice used only enough mana to encompass his junk... but if the spell remains active too long his body will naturally accumulate more mana, and spread the effects to other body parts.
She was cracking eggs into a large bowl to blend up when Alice pulled her hips back on reflex to another odd sensation- this one mildly pleasurable. Her clit immediately stiffened and then it felt like it was sliding out?! He must be getting an erection! Aha, time for this to pay off! She leaned back on the counter to brace herself and just paused her cooking for the moment. Alice cried out in surprise and clapped a hand to her crotch- forgetting she had the egg in that hand and broke the egg on the crotch of her jeans! It felt like she was peeing herself! Oh... he didn't get an erection, his cock was just sliding out to go to the bathroom. Alice isn't peeing- he is. She groaned at the mess on her pants, then bit her lip and scuttled her way to the bathroom. Feeling him pee was triggering her own body to want to pee, even though her bladder isn't that full. Alice sighed as she finished and just kicked her pants off completely to toss in the laundry since they are egged. Alice pushed on her erect clit and felt his shaft buck!
"Wait, what?! The spell is two-way?? He isn't supposed to be able to feel ME!"
Well, the modern versions of this spell are one-way, but the version she used is not modern. The deer almost tripped from the sudden sexual pleasure from his groin and his dick actually did start to stiffen for real. It felt like someone somehow pushing on the INSIDE of the base of his penis... which should be physically impossible. Alice quickly stopped touching herself and pulled her panties up to return to cooking. As amusing as it would be knowing she could make a stag orgasm for seemingly no reason on the other side of the city- it would also end the spell without her experiencing sex, defeating the purpose.
Alice could feel his erection wobble back and forth as he pranced through the forest looking for the nearest doe. She even tried to grab it and stroke it a few times absentmindedly- of course she cannot grab what isn't there. She transferred the mix to the pan to let cook- at this point she did not have to do anything other than make sure it doesn't burn. Alice tried to concentrate on the sensations to figure out what he was doing on the other end. His dick was definitely still out, not only does she feel its weight bob when he moves- she can also feel the coolness of the outdoors air against it. Suddenly a spike of pleasure! It was so sudden that Alice bowed forward and cracked her head on the bottom of the cupboards above the stove! She can't feel his legs so she had no idea he had already jumped up onto a doe! The narrow, tapered penis slid in easily but then the pleasure caused her vaginal walls to collapse in and grip the shaft, rippling inward as if to draw it deeper! Alice bucked her hip several times on reflex, even though it obviously had zero effect. She was about to slip her hands into her panties, but the pleasure exploded and she felt the hot spunk erupt out of him in a burst, and then the doe skittered forward, pulling off him and prancing off into the woods without a second glance.
Alice's brows lowered as she caught her breath, leaned heavily on the counter. "...seriously? That is all you got? Great... I chose a one-pump-chump."
The pleasure was explosive, but extremely short-lived. That was not because she had bad luck choosing deer- they are all like that, that is just how their mating goes. She noticed something else odd however; she could still feel his softening dick sliding away back in the sheath. He orgasmed but the spell did not end. Maybe he still had more in the tank somehow? Maybe Alice somehow invalidated this one by being the one to induce the erection? In any case, the link remained all through the evening. Now she was regretting her little scheme, because odds of him finding another mate before Alice gets to work tomorrow is probably slim.
Alice did not know what time it was when she woke up, and was too tired and confused to look. She abruptly woke from a deep sleep because she could once again feel a long, throbbing member between her legs, it was wobbling rather aggressively- not contained in anything. He must be thrusting his hips, but not into a doe. The erection is so powerfully engorged that it almost itches from the blood pressure- almost painfully erect. White tails are technically nocturnal, but are the most active at dusk and dawn- taking advantage of the poor visibility of twilight to cloak their presence. In the middle of the night the doe are wide awake and well aware of their surroundings- making surprise sex from an ambushing stag unlikely.
Alice groaned at having to share his neglected cock. She yelped in surprise and thrust her hips up off the bed at the sensation of something soft sliding down the shaft! Her clit throbbed and started to become uncomfortably hard too, doubling the sensation for Alice alone. Her clitoris popped out of its hood and engorged even further than she had ever seen it before- pushing further out of her, looking like a tiny pink spike! She felt soft fluttering skin but only at the base of the shaft and underside..? Wait; he isn't in a doe! He is sucking himself off! Deer are flexible enough to just turn around and suck their own dick, or a doe drink from her own udders! Because he is so stiff the pleasure sparks quickly but because he already got off earlier this night he does not climax nearly as fast, causing this to last almost twice as long! Alice flopped over and thrust her hips on reflex, finally reaching down with her hands to assist. This time she came before he did. Alice was panting heavily and squeaked in pleasure at a second mini orgasm riding the aftershocks of the first before she finally felt the stag erupt into his own mouth. Now she also knew what the inside of his mouth felt like, too. Alice quickly returned to sleep once he stopped forcing her awake.
The next day dawned and Alice swat her alarm clock about seven times before finding the button to actually turn it off. She groaned and practically dragged herself off the side of the bed and onto the floor before gathering herself a moment and actually standing up to get properly dressed.
"It should be illegal to use spells while horny... ugh. At least his crotch rocket will leave me alone now." She sighed. "I mean... it did technically work, but slapping it on an animal was too unreliable. Plus it was last minute, and the spell was patchwork..." She shrugged.
When she went to put her panties on though; Alice noticed her clit was abnormally large, still. It was not super stiff anymore after the orgasm and a night of sleep, but it was still so large that it could not fit back into its hood properly. It was the size of a marble!
"Wow... I was so aroused it actually stretched my clit bigger? Well... that makes this a little awkward. Wonder how long that is going to last..?"
She had to put her panties on very carefully- if her clit cannot fit behind its hood, it can be lightly brushed by the fabric, and the clit is far too sensitive for that. Luckily her plump labia hold the fabric off it for the most part.
Since her sleep had been interrupted; Alice almost fell asleep on the bus to work. The only thing that kept her awake was the fear of how shady half the other people on the bus look. Work went normally for the first half of the day- just transcribing written forms into digital copies to archive. Around noon however she felt an odd tickle in her crotch. Alice furrowed her brow and tried to adjust her panties but it did not seem to help, then she felt something warm and soft rest against her left thigh and realized it was a deer testicle! She can still feel the stag!! She just did not notice till now because he is most likely sleeping! His testicle is against his thigh right now because he is on his side, asleep. The tickle she felt was grass against his scrotum when he turned over.
Alice frantically peeked around the corners of her cubical to see if anyone was in the immediate area and then opened the browser on her computer to look up the end condition rune she used the night before.
"Aww, did the internet lie to me? Who would tell a lie on the internet- it is unheard of!"
Of course she expected to find a lot of dud results or runes that do the outright opposite so someone can get a chuckle out of it- the particular rune she found was mirrored by a lot of other sources. It seemed pretty damn reliable and her search today resulted in the same thing. The rune looked correct, but then why did it not work? The spell should end when he has orgasmed... which he has. Twice. Alice just lightly tapped keys randomly in nervousness, then after a minute looked up the same rune but specified that she needed a female version, then did the same search again specifying male. No- that was not the issue. Both searches resulted in the same rune- it isn't gender specific. That is no real surprise- virtually no modern runes are gender specific because the magic would get confused when used on a transsexual and basically become the magic equivalent of a dice-throw. The rest of the spell is old fashioned but that wasn't the part that isn't working so she did not need to look that up.
"Hey Alice!"
"Ah!" Alice went to pull her chair in closer and minimize the browser so quickly that the chair tilted back and only the back wheels actually went forward, causing the chair to fall out from under her!
"Ouch, you okay? Didn't mean to startle you."
It is her friend and co-worker Maddison. For not wanting to surprise Alice, she made the odd choice of popping up over the wall of the cubical rather than actually walk around like a normal person.
"Hah...ah. Startled me so much I accidentally opened my browser..." She reached up and clicked it closed before Maddison had the chance to see what she was looking up.
"SO; I was wondering if you wanted to go get icecreams after work?? Farlane's Cones is down by the port- we could go roll around in the grass by the docks and count how many clouds look like dicks!"
"Ah Mad- not tonight. You should plan this sort of stuff ahead of time."
"Awww, but it will get cold out soon, and then we'd have to roll in the snow while eating ice cream and that makes a lot less sense. We never go out anywherrrrre!"
"Nonsense, I go out with you more than anyone else."
Maddison lowered her brows. "Well, that is technically true- it is also an incredibly low bar to meet. Fiiiine, I will let you get back to your work or whatever..." She slid back over the cubical wall, pouting.
Alice set her chair back up and sighed as she re-opened the browser.
"OhHeyIAlmostForgot!" Maddison re-appeared.
"AH!" Alice frantically clicked around the X button and closed the browser again.
"...how do you keep re-opening your browser by accident?"
"I haven't had the time to move the cursor!"
"Oh. Right. Well, I just wanted to let you know I DO remember that I still have your josei manga and I WILL return it. Whenever we hang out next."
Alice looked nervously as the boss walked by on the way to the water cooler. "I don't... haha, nice joke Mad." As soon as the boss was out of sight she leaned closer. "And you better not have folded the corner of any of the pages this time."
"Ahaha- no, no. It is all straight-edged. Well... the physical book is straight edged... can't say the same for the contents..."
Alice put her hand on her head and shoved her back down into her own cubical. "Oookay, that is enough out of you."
Alice pouted a bit, blushing. It is almost as if Maddison timed it so the boss would be there when she mentioned her kinky lesbian incest manga to get back at her for not hanging out. She felt her unusually large clit tense at the memory of some of her favorite panels in that manga, and then she felt the cool breeze kiss the hot tip of a deer dick just barely peeking out of the sheath. Oh, right- since the spell is outdated their sensation is two-ways. She can make him aroused by accident, but luckily he is asleep right now. WAIT.
Alice looked at her monitor, but stared through it this time- in deep thought. Sensation is shared between both of them. Women have no refractory period. If her arousal and pleasure is linked to his, and she has no refractory period that means he can always go again- which means it doesn't trigger the rune. The rune isn't gender specific- it automatically adapts to male or female needs, but his needs themselves are being altered by her spell, so the rune is holding him by male standards while Alice is inflicting female standards onto him. Thanks to her- he can never be completely satisfied, and the forest is full of the scent of doe.
She bit her lip nervously. That means she is in BIG trouble. The end condition will never be met- the spell won't end on its own. The only alternative then is to manually cancel the spell... but... that would require knowing where the hell that one specific stag is- which she clearly doesn't. Her only hope is that he returns to her garden to eat again... but he sort of cleared it out the other day, so he might not come back. Her legs straightened suddenly and she quickly pulled them back in before she pushed herself back in her wheeled chair! Oh crap! She can feel his legs move! The scope of the linking spell is getting worse now! It wasn't meant to be left on for so long. He is moving slowly. The sensation fades down her legs- she cannot feel his hooves yet, but most of his legs and his entire crotch. ACK, he is going to the bathroom again! He just woke up to take a leak. But feeling that made Alice need to go badly, and had to really clench to fight just going right there. She got up and dashed to the bathroom to pee too.
Alice could tell she was unintentionally confusing the deer; he felt her peeing, so he thought he was still peeing but nothing was coming out anymore. After she just watched her twitching clit for a few moments, muttering as if the deer could hear her to put his thing away already. But seeing her clit stand so big made her think of what his cock was doing, which aroused her... which aroused him. She felt him lift his leg and she clapped hers together, confusing him and making him stumble a bit so he wouldn't try to suck himself off again.
"Damnit... stop. Uuugh, now we are stuck double-horny. And at work too... what the hell do you expect me to do about it HERE?"
She could feel his dick twitching, and his legs were moving again- he was going somewhere now. The breeze against his shaft was enough touch to keep it twitching. Alice put her hand on her crotch, wanting to touch herself but fighting against her will not to make the situation worse. His movement sped up. Alice quickly leaned forward and grabbed her stomach- something hit his upper stomach and chest! Or... the reverse actually. He landed on top of a doe! She was feeling the doe on his underside... which means the spell effects are still strengthening- she can feel two thirds of his torso now. He plunged in so fast and immediately started humping so fast the doe probably didn't even know what hit her. The repeated sexual activity though was also making his sexual stamina stronger- so unlike the last time he mounted he did not just immediately go off.
Alice had a hand over her mouth to trap her moans and the other hand over her pussy, just pressing lightly on it- not moving. Because he was taking longer this time; Alice had time to actually better feel the inside of the doe- the rippling smooth flesh of her tight pussy. A bit more drag against the fatter veins at the base of his cock, and a slight fold in the skin at the mid-point that catches ever so slightly. Alice could feel his heavy balls doing pull-ups in his scrotum, sliding up and down in the cage of soft skin, getting a bit higher each time till they bump against his pelvis and hold, squeezing against it when they tense! Not used to lasting this long, the deer could not keep up his rapid pace and started to slow as he approached orgasm, which would have edged him back- except he also increased the strength of his thrusts!
Alice's tailbone tickled- she figured she was just sitting on the toilet seat awkwardly and cutting the circulation, but her tail bone actually got longer and started to sprout fur! She could not control the twitches in her hip as the deer thrust, so she did not notice her clit throbbing in-time as well, till it started to push between her fingers! It is getting bigger!
"Ah! A-aaa-ah that... isn't normal!" She watched as it tensed and grew, then relaxed back down slightly only to tense and grow again. "What would... is it... sharing his BODY too?? No version of the spell is supposed to be able to do that!!" She whimpered. "I guess it was never meant to remain active for this long, either. It was only ever used in checkups and sometimes surgery, which generally don't last an entire day."
It was like her body was stretching to conform to what it was feeling. The phantom cock was slowly becoming a real cock! Alice placed her other hand onto her stomach and felt a dull ache in her upper crotch, feeling somewhat swollen but could not feel anything amiss from the outside. She wasn't sure- but if her clit is changing... what she feels swelling inside might be her ovaries mutating! This damn deer is going to invert her gender! Her clit suddenly got stuck on maximum stiffness and vibrated as she felt his cock pulse violently in orgasm finally and he slipped off the doe. He apparently satisfied this one enough that she did not just immediately dart away when he was done. Both the stag and Alice groaned as the doe bent down to lick his floppy cock- but while it was no longer rock hard... it also wasn't packing itself away. Alice can't put her giant mutant clit away, so it wobbling in the open and sharing that feeling with him, is preventing him from going completely soft!
Alice whimpered at the sight of her clit. When soft it gets chubbier and a little shorter but... that was basically it. It is still a clit- not a penis, it has nowhere to fold back in on so there is nowhere for it to go. It is just out, all the time. Moving too suddenly caused her stomach to ache a bit too- her ovaries likely much too large to fit properly now. Not enough like testicles to get the hell out of her, but too much like testicles to function properly. All her egg cells now had little tails to swim around with. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Alice bent her clit up out of curiosity and seen her urethra about halfway up on the underside. It was being stretched out to be re-routed to the tip, but wasn't quite there yet, so her clit sort of had a vaguely trough shape to it.
She tried to very carefully put her panties back on and it did not really work. Alice could feel the stag bucking from the sensation of the fabric against it, but also even when the panties were in place- the clit did not fit. It was already long enough that the last fifth of the shaft stuck out past the elastic waist... but at least the elastic pinned it in place so she did not have to worry about it catching in the fabric and pitching a tent. From pulling her panties up however; she also became aware now of the huge fluffy deer tail behind her! It was shaped like a fat tear-drop of fluff, and the underside is snow white- which is where the species of deer gets their name. When they bolt; they raise their tail first as a flag to alert the others without needing to say anything.
She tried to turn to look at it, like a dog trying to chase its tail. "Aargh! It is trying to turn me into a deer too?? Is it turning him into a human?!" She paused in thought for a moment as she carefully slid her pants up. "Wait, no- I would be able to feel it if he was changing. I placed the spell on him directing it toward myself, so the changes are one-way... like the spell itself is supposed to be." She leaned from one side to the other several times. "Ah crap- I can feel his hooves now. On the move again, going slow... hopefully back to sleep since it is still really early for him." She could feel his floppy cock bobbing as he walks too.
Alice went back to work, grabbing a sweater she kept under her desk to tie around her hips to hide the tip of her mutant clit poking out. Her shirt is a royal purple crop top with detached sleeves so... it doesn't cover even remotely far enough down to help hide her mutation. After work she needed to head out to the edge of the city... she has deer to hunt. Alice is not at all confident in her ability to track him down but she doesn't really have a choice. A needle in a haystack- tons of deer out and about because of the season, and it wasn't like he had any specific markings to identify him with- he looks like any other deer.
Every time someone walked by, she paused to make sure they were not looking at her- and if they did, she turned in her chair and gave them a little wave- turning to make sure they did not see her fluffy tail poking out behind her. The sweater she tied around herself covers it, but she cannot see behind herself to confirm it absolutely. Every breeze that blew past the sleeping deer causes Alice to tense up. She can feel more and more of his body in better detail. She felt a bit of movement in her crotch, and almost passed it off as just something brushing the deer but the sensation was a bit too centralized, so she checked. What she seen peeking under her clothes is that her pubes were replaced with fur instead of hair now! They were also starting to trail up toward her belly button.
By the middle of the afternoon she was really struggling to keep her concentration. Being on high alert all the time and paranoid of what people can see was a real drain. Alice ended up opening her browser again and this time looking up deer hunting tips- seeing if there was any advice she could use to track the bastard down. What ended up happening though is she found pictures of doe and then immediately got distracted wondering if they had just teats or an udder. Doe have a petite four segment udder- but that is besides the point. Alice's mutant clit responded to the doe images and shoved itself against the cloth prison, stiffening. That also caused the stag's shaft to erect fully but luckily he remained sleeping. Alice tried to squirm around to find a position that relieves the tension but any movement now caused the clit to rub against the fabric and cause pleasure spikes, making her freeze up in her chair, afraid of waking the deer again. Great, bending back at all rubbed her clit into the material of her clothing, and bending forward at all squeezed her oversized ovaries inside of her. Alice felt so hot, and wanted to touch it again to get off but resisted. Normally the mind wants to get off knowing that will not only bring pleasure but also get rid of the hormone haze... except in this scenario it won't get rid of anything. If anything it will make things worse because too much pleasure will probably wake the deer up, and then even when Alice stops touching it; the deer won't.
Also the sensations assaulting her were instigating more changes- slowly. The more they feel; the more is shared between them, causing her body to synchronize more with his- physically. Her hands felt stiff, slowing her typing speed tremendously even when she tried to force herself to concentrate on work. Her feet kept trying to automatically scrunch up and she forced them to flatten again and resist the change. She felt the bizarre sensation of bone welling up from her skull and branching forward- the area just in front of her temples started to swell out looking like she had a bump on either side of her head, but Alice already knew it was budding antlers. That was the worst change right now, because she has no way of hiding that, she just has to hope no one notices.
"Hnnngh... stupid, stupid deer." She muttered to herself while taping her foot on the floor nervously.
Alice groaned, looking at the clock. Still two and a half hours left of work. She is also worried about when the deer wakes up, because she will be feeling two sets of actions- her own, and the deer- which will be extremely confusing and make doing anything all the more difficult. And their shared boner was not going away at all. She probably caused him to have erotic dreams. Alice looked down and whimpered when she seen her clit was a little bit bigger again- now stiff and long enough to tent the sweater tied over it to hold it in place! That was it- she needed to leave. Alice can't wait till the end of the work day, she needs to bail before someone notices something. Of course- if the boss spots her leaving early; she will get in trouble regardless. But since everyone is in a cubical- no one will notice if she isn't there unless they are specifically checking on her.
Alice carefully stands up, shuddering from the sensation against her clit. She can feel the urethra pushing further up the pseudo-shaft, and a damp spot smearing upward as it delivers precum to reduce the friction of the material. The deer probably has a pool of precum beside him so large at this point that it qualifies as a mud puddle. Her pussy below the mutating shaft is tightening, shrinking. The bone spurs on her forehead grow larger, and the skin over them tingles a bit and then goes numb- ready to break. Alice went to slip quietly out the front of the office but then seen the boss talking to the secretary there. Nope, not that way. There is a stairwell that doubles as a fire escape she can use instead. No traffic there- no one takes the stairs, her office is on the 7th floor.
The air went from cool to muggy and warm the moment she stepped into the spiraling stairs- this area obviously isn't air conditioned and there are no windows to let the breeze in. She wanted to loosen the sweater but decided against that- can't risk her clit popping out past it. Alice dashed down the many, many stairs, but only got down two floors before she had to slow down significantly. Her feet were stretching, making her boots not fit properly. Her feet were once again folding on themselves but now she could not defy it. Arriving at the fourth floor; Alice stumbles over the last few steps and catches herself on the arm rail before she can tumble off between the flights of stairs! She cries out in surprise at the sudden but brief pain of the skin breaking on her forehead! The skin is pushed away and stretched around the base as the bone erupts out into short spikes! A few drops of hot, thick blood paint a trail on either side of her face and drip off her chin onto the floor.
She remained in that pose, dazed for a time, catching her breath and just looking down all the stairs still ahead of her. "Fuck. I will have to stick to alleyways, I can't hide antlers." She leaned to the side suddenly from a sensation she was not prepared for- the deer was standing up. "Noooononono- go back to sleep! Damnit."
The feeling of the antlers growing out of Alice woke the stag up again, and it is late enough in the day by now that he will probably just remain awake. She can feel how stiff his cock is by how abruptly it springs back into its forward point when he moves and it wobbles. The precum smeared down its length makes the breeze feel cooler than it is and makes them both shiver. Alice can feel faint twitches in the muscles of her arms as he walks- she can now feel most of his body.
Alice cried out in shock and shoved herself backwards when her feet cracked and started to stretch, forcing her ankles to raise up in the boots trying to find room, which almost tilted her too far forward that she fell over the railing before shoving herself back and falling backward instead of forward. Her cry echoed in the huge empty stairwell. She stumbled backwards and hit her back against the wall hard enough to stun her for a moment. Her legs started to slide further apart and out from her while her body remained braced on the wall! Alice's feet seem to fold downward, pressing the two sides into one another as all the bones fused together! Where there was once a sole is now a cannon bone. Her big and pinky toes devolved and lagged behind the stretching of the others, turning to dewclaws, while her central toe devolved into nothingness simply to feed the remaining two its former mass. The forward, enlarged two became the primary segments- very dainty little cloven hooves. The lengthening of the foot into a cannon bone added over a foot of length to her legs though- shoving her ankles out of her boots forcefully and angling it so only her hoof segments touched the bottoms of the boots- the moment she takes a step the boot will just fall off completely. She cannot wear them at all- she has to walk to the woods on bare hooves.
Alice straightened herself up and stepped out of her boots and then winced at the sound of them clack against the hard floor! Echoing down the stairs- it sounds like someone wearing high heels. That is going to make it even harder to hide! Alice paused to reach down and touch them- hardly believing they belonged to her. Tapping on the hoof segments was like touching a fingernail- she can feel through it, but the sensation isn't as clear as touching skin obviously. The flesh around it was deep pink from all the rapid changes, and felt a bit sore to the touch- but that would fade away, it was just irritated from all the shifting around. When the touched her feet though, she realized how bad the stiffness in her hands had become! The body of her hand was almost twice as long as it is supposed to be! Her pinky finger is still where it used to be as well as her thumb, but the rest were stretched a good distance out from it now... starting to devolve into hooves too! Her digits were stiff, so bending them at all took more effort than it should and her hands are so deformed that it would be difficult to hold anything.
"Fuuuuhhhck. This is happening too fast- the unintended effects are snowballing. If I don't hurry I will be too much of a deer myself to be able to negate the magic. If my hands don't work I won't be able to do the runes properly, and then have to rely on incantation but that takes longer and its haaard... ugh. And if my voice box changes before then, then I can't do that either and I will be completely fucked... well, I guess this all happened because I wanted to be fucked, but not in that sense."
Alice skittered down the stairs- abandoning her boots where they fell. She had to hold tightly to the guardrail because her hooves had almost zero traction on the hard, smooth steps. Every so often she felt a faint itching feeling as more antler slid out of her head, tickling the skin at their base slightly. When antlers grow from the actual deer- the skin generally goes with it. A layer of fur and skin grows around the antlers called velvet. Breaking that off the antlers is up to the deer to consciously do himself- scraping them on things to break the skin and shred it off, because the velvet becomes persistently itchy once the blood flow slows down. On Alice though- her body was changing to mimic his, and he lost the velvet from his antlers already a while back.
By the time Alice finally got to the ground floor and slipped out behind the building into the laneway; her body was being assaulted by waves of heat. Fur was starting to sprout around her hooves, and the fur that replaced her pubes was spreading so high it was peeking out from around the top of the sweater. Her clit is so huge now that it is very uncomfortably bent against the material- tenting it as far out as it could go! She groaned as she felt her bloated ovaries sink a bit lower- her womb below them collapsing in on itself. The urethra now fully connected to the tip of her phallus- so it is technically a deer penis now... just a smaller, underdeveloped one. At this point; Alice can feel his nostrils flare when he breaths out heavily in frustration from his incessant erection- she can feel basically his entire body. It makes her face feel even hotter- she can feel HIS heavy breath rising past his face, on top of the actual higher temperature her own face is.
At least the temperature outside was drastically cooler than in the stairs- the sun is still as warm as summer but the wind is the breath of winter. Her house is a fairly short bus ride to work, and her work is on the far side of town, so the edge of the city actually isn't that far away. There is a thin forest at the base of a mountain range the city is nestled against, and the forest also progresses up the side of the mountain in veins- that is where her buck is going to be. Alice is going to go to her house first- it is closer and she has her fingers figuratively crossed hoping he will return there. For once she WANTED him to go eat her garden- because then she can actually find him. Alice cringed at the sound of grinding glass shards and the random trash in the laneways she keeps stepping on. She has no shoes she can just kick off and forget- her hooves are part of her body, so she is sort-of barefoot on this filthy ground. The deer was on the move too- but wasn't going any specific direction. He isn't smart enough to know what is going on, so when Alice moves he is compelled to move, and when she turns- he also turns. So technically Alice is controlling both their bodies, because the buck isn't smart enough to resist. Little did she realize that made the odds of him being at her place almost impossible- because even if he was intending to go there; Alice altered his path.
Alice groaned and slowed for a bit, holding her head as her antlers grew still larger. "Great, got a full coatrack on my head now."
Luckily the sun was starting to dip and thanks to the height of all the buildings and nearby mountains- the sun vanishes before the sky turns dark, and the lanes aren't lit for anyone to see into from the lit streets. Of course- anyone she does run into in the lanes will be especially unsavory. She groaned and tried to pick up her pace again when she felt the tie in her sweater loosen on its own- her mutant clit shoving the fabric so hard in the front it was pulling the sweater off entirely on its own! Her tail flicked aggressively under the sweater in the back- irritated from being pinned down.
Alice groaned again, feeling a bit dizzy from the incessant magic, then stumbled and twirled around a bit from the stag suddenly moving around and lifting one of his back legs, confusing his feelings with her. "Wuh... what are ya-ah-HAH- aaah!"
She thrust her hips forward, covering her mouth with one deformed hand and falling completely backward- luckily catching her back against the coarse brick wall behind her so she did not fall to the filth covered ground. Her clit abruptly vibrated and shoved almost a full inch longer in a single moment- yanking her sweater forward and undoing the knot in the back! Her sweater came loose and was now draped off her growing cock like it was a coat hook! She kept her lips clenched shut and a hand over her mouth and still you could hear her muffled screams of pleasure and confused sensations of movement where normally nothing moves, and aches from parts she shouldn't even have.
Alice's ovaries surged in size and finally the tailed egg cells within popped apart into two sperm each! Her womb vanished entirely and her new testicles fell from their weight and size, pushing the walls of her vagina closed like someone closing a zip-lock bag! When they hit the surface they paused- the opening they were trying to get out of was shrinking from their presence. Her labia fused together from back to front and then the testicles erupted out the shrinking gap and into the sack formed from her fused labia... her scrotum. It overfilled her pants, causing the button to pop open on its own and the zipper to get shoved down half open. She looked down at herself, watching it happen with eyes wide in a mix of fear, worry, and unwanted arousal. The buck yelped in confusion from the forest, looking back at his member as well, trying to figure out what all these feels were. He felt all the same changes- except he isn't changing.
The phallus started to burble up pre cum like a broken faucet now that her equipment was properly male. Alice's scrotum tensed from the feeling of the dense but short, diffused brown fur spread from the base of her groin and consumed the scrotum! Her dick was so stiff its violent bucking only made it vibrate. The stag bucked his hips, and overlayed with the sensation of attempted growth- it almost felt like his cock was thrusting up into hers and stretching it larger with every thrust! Every vibration of the dick was it aggressively pulsing as tight as it can possibly go- and each surge stretched it out further! The clitoral hood grew at the base, becoming thicker and longer and wrapping around the base and changing to be more like her regular flesh- forming a sheath! The penis was then abruptly yanked upward as the sheath fused to her underside from the base up- preventing the dick from pointing outward. Since she is still a human however- this caused the dick to prod her in the tits and force her to stand up straighter so she would not be poking herself with it! The sweater fell off and she made no move to put it back on. There was no point now.
Alice bent her back, putting her hips out and put a deformed hand on its base, trying to shove it as far away from herself as she could and force it to go down- but if anything the additional touch of her hand at the sheath only made it hornier! The buck bent around and sucked his own dick into his mouth again, causing Alice to whimper and tremble from the feeling. She quickly looked out to the people on the sidewalk on either side of the street. There was a BFI nearby that thankfully broke line of sight to her- otherwise people would easily be able to see her. It was not dark enough to cloak her yet- the sun was still visible as pillars of metallic orange light between buildings.
She scrunched up her face at the feeling of her ears twitching. It felt like someone gently tugging them longer, but also the muscles inside were twitching erratically! They were gaining the ability to pivot around, but the feeling of the muscles forming made the stag flick his ears in automatic response- which then caused her to flick her ears... except the muscle wasn't fully formed yet so they just twitched rapidly. They flicked around rapidly more and more as their shape changed, turning to leaf-shaped ears, though roughly the same overall size they already had been. At least once that change stopped, he stopped flicking her ears around.
The stag sucking his cock made it feel like something was sucking more dick out of Alice's existing shaft! The end almost seemed to fold out- the existing shaft remained the same but another, slightly smaller shaft sliding out from the end of that one! It was the formation of the middle fold on the shaft. Deer phallus is not that big overall- it is just very long; long enough that the skin of the shaft is telescopic. The end became even more stiff, becoming slightly bulbous- revealing the glans that normally have zero definition against the rest of the shaft... except when he hits his peak. Alice's balls clench tightly to her pelvis- the excess scrotal flesh now scrunched up below them, making some of the fur on it look bristly for a moment. Still trying to hold the shaft away from herself, she watched as the thin ropes of cum erupted from her, arched in the air and came down with enough force to make quiet splashing sounds against the concrete. Her antlers made quiet creaking sounds too like groaning tree bark- now completely identical to the stag's own pair.
Even after the streamers ended, the pleasure kept spiking, making the muscles in her groin almost ache- not meant to be triggered for this long! She came but the stag didn't! The constant sexual activity was unintentionally training his sexual stamina. Her body tried to relax and go soft but he wasn't letting it- without any breaks in the pleasure it was just dragging the orgasm out longer, even though she had nothing left to ejaculate right now! Alice collapsed into a squat, resting her arms on her knees, gasping and hoping he stops soon- but unable to stop him herself. Her antlers were now visible to the people on the street past the BFI bin but luckily no one looked over. Her index and ring finger started to get much wider and her middle finger regressed. Her nails start to bulk up and darken with each added layer of keratin.
The buck feels everything she does, so as exhausted and sexually frantic as she feels- so does he. He just isn't smart enough to realize he is the one causing it. In his own desperation he thrust into his own mouth so hard he tripped himself, rocking back and falling on his butt without taking his head off his dick- so when his butt hit the ground his dick slammed into his throat, and finally exploded! Alice watched in awe as her painfully erect, tired cock bucked wildly, and she felt someone else's load being fired out of it somewhere else entirely.
Very tired and a bit sore- both their dicks softened and slid back into the sheath. Sadly the spell still was not broken because the conditional end was caught between a human woman and a male deer- she is almost half male deer herself now, but she definitely still has human left, so the rune won't trigger. By the time the rune is able to trigger and automatically shuts down the spell, she will already be entirely deer- so at that point it doesn't even matter if the spell deactivates or not because she'd already have lost everything.
Alice let out a long, pained groan looking at her crotch. The spell deleted her gender. She can't even pull her pants up now! Her testicles completely fill her pink panties entirely on their own- so the sheath is entirely exposed as well as the top third of both balls- and it's all stretched far enough out that she could not even begin to zip her pants up. She knows enough about male anatomy that trying to stuff them into the pants would just be pure pain. Now if she gets spotted at all; the cat will be out of the bag. The fur on the base of her tail is starting to spread too- so most of her lower back that is exposed is now covered in deer pelt!
Her hooves clacked against the concrete under her as Alice once again made a dash for her house. Her route ended up taking twice as long as it should have at the speed she was moving, because she had to keep taking detours to make sure she didn't travel too close to a road that she gets spotted- making a mad dash across when she does have to move across a street. Several times she bowed forward unintentionally, and put her arms out almost about to drop to all fours! Both her and the stag are running, so she can feel his front hooves on the ground. She did not want to encourage the devolution of her hands though. As long as she still has hands she can quickly make the runes to undo the spell. The stag might run off in the time it takes her to do the incantation version of the spell, so if that is what she needs to resort to- she would also need to trap him somehow.
The sky was purple and the sun gone behind the mountains by the time she got home- though the sky was not completely dark; the horizon was still smoldering orange. The streetlights had clicked on, which made it easier for her to hide. If you are in the dark you can see in the dark and into the light. If you are in the light, you can't see shit in the dark. Alice fumbled the key several times trying to get into her house, but eventually managed it, slamming the door quickly behind herself. She dashed immediately to the kitchen and opened the curtains, but her enthusiasm died quickly- the stag is not in her garden... which she should have been able to tell simply because she would be able to feel him eating if he was. She went to bang her head against the glass door, but clicked the tines of her antlers against it- forgetting for a moment she had them. He is going to be able to see her a lot better than she can see him at this point- there is no point in trying to find him during the night. She is going to have to call in sick to work tomorrow and go look then. Alice still had no idea how she was going to pick out one random deer out of over a hundred prancing around the area.
Alice ended up making herself a salad- lamenting the fact she was basically eating like him now too. It wasn't because she couldn't eat meat- it is because she did not want to knock a searing hot pot or pan off the oven because her hands are extremely malformed. The deer kept swallowing for no reason on his end, feeling her eat.
She is glad that she almost always doesn't bother to turn her lights on, because there was a sudden knock on the door that night. Alice turned the TV down to pretend like no one was home. Another knock, then another... and another. Whoever it was is annoyingly persistent.
Alice then heard Maddison's voice behind the door. "I know you're home Alice. I can keep knocking aaaaaalll night."
Alice opened the door a crack with an annoyed look on her face. "How would you KNOW I am home?"
"Your spare key is missing, and you left your bag at work with your regular house key in it."
"Oh..." Alice glanced around outside to make sure no one else was walking around. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Absolutely I can. I usually don't; but that wasn't your question."
"Ugh, just get in here." Alice hooked her two enlarged fingers on Mad's shirt and yanked her in to shut the door behind her again.
Maddison was surprised and unsure of how to act about Alice's appearance- at first assuming it was some sort of fetish thing. Alice informed her that this shape was not intentional. She told her the original plan and then how it ended up like it is now.
Maddison hummed in thought a moment. "So, your physically being turned into a second instance of the same deer. How... I mean, I will help you look for him tomorrow but... how are we going to track him? Did you like... tag him or something?"
Alice groaned, flopping onto the couch again. "No. I have no idea how to find him. Maybe listen for the gassiest deer?"
"He having stomach problems?"
"No, but I thought I rolled him a head of lettuce the other day. When I made my salad tonight I realized what he bit into was a head of cabbage."
Maddison plopped down on the couch beside her, blatantly staring at her and especially the package between her legs with a devious grin.
Alice blushed and tried to ignore it but after a minute she had to ask. "What..?"
"We should try to completely tap him!"
"I already tried that without even really meaning to!"
"No, but like- every time you did it he already had a boner, right? He doesn't right now. So instead of waiting for him to get pent up again before you try, why not try when he is already low on fuel?"
Maddison leaned closer and Alice leaned away, but Alice was already at the end of the couch and ran out of room to move away. Maddison placed her index on the end of the sheath and pushed gently into the opening a bit before swirling her finger around, rolling the thick sheath flesh enough to wake up the shaft inside. As embarrassed as Alice was- she did hold out some faint hope that maybe Mad was right, maybe if she managed to drain every drop from his balls the spell would finally break. Maddison and but Alice are straight... or, she normally is. Alice's bits are now hetero male, so regardless of what the rest of her is into- the dick wants pussy and Mad likes dick.
Once the phallus peeked out of the sheath of the deer and Alice in tandem- Maddison took the sheath in only two fingers and a thumb and just masturbated the end of it- so it rubbed against the dick and coaxed even more out, using the smooth innards of the sheath to masturbate the cock till it was enticed enough to lube itself. Maddison climbed over Alice, playing a knee on either side of her thighs and pulled her form-fitting top up to reveal her pristine breasts. Her nipples are stiff dark red-brown nubs on soft, faded-edged areola. Maddison then flipped her own shirt and bra off, tossing them to the floor haphazardly.
Maddison pressed their breasts together- jousting with their erect nipples as she kissed Alice and they both moaned- feeling the lengthening cock grow between them till the tip of it grew into the cleavage where all four breasts met. The stag was again confused and horny, not knowing what to do with it at this point- so he just stood there and humped the air; flicking strings of precum to the ground under him, glistening in the moonlight. Alice nudged Maddison back, trying to ask for a moment to breathe, but Maddion just grinned without breaking their long kiss and locked their fingers together, shoving her hands back against the back of the couch. They were both startled by the snapping and cracking sounds coming from her hands though, and ended up breaking off their kiss anyway to both look at her hands! They stretched longer and longer- the body compressing into a cannon bone and her middle finger vanished entirely! Her hands finished their transformation into cloven hooves... which means she cannot write any spell runes anymore. Either Maddison needs to do it, or she has to do the spell orally.
Maddison grinned at how desperately horny Alice seemed to get in such a short time- when they broke off and their breasts divided, she started making micro-thrusts with her hips; her cock seeking a new surface to slide against. Maddison bent over just a bit to suck the tip, priming it before she stood up, and gently bent it outward as far as it could go with the sheath- lining it up with her pussy as she undid her skirt and let it fall. Alice looked at Maddison's breasts jostling around and immediately remembered and unintentionally visualized the deer udders she had seen earlier, also by sort-of accident. She blushed even harder at the fact that it was making her even hornier. Her body was into things she isn't, and she can't control it in the slightest.
The shaft is rather thin- so rather than vaginal, Maddison slid it into her butt and just used her hand to rub her pussy, dripping her juices down onto the base of the shaft to lube it up more ahead of time as she slowly slid down. Alice thrust her hips weakly, but since Maddison was on top- she was the one ultimately controlling how much of the shaft went in. As Maddison slid down- the fur on Alice's legs grew up. It spread from her tail and crotch to connect around her hips, then over her inner thighs. From her cannon bones it spread up over her shins and then outer thighs, completely sealing her legs in the fur. Her groin had white fur and the underside of her tail, but the rest was a diffused brown. The stag was thrusting rigorously, thinking he had any control over it at all- he had found an invisible doe for all he knew.
Alice was breathing heavily and cried out in surprise at a sudden change in her legs- though the cry was unintentionally high pitched and had a high reverberance to it... like a deer cry. Her shins became shorter, and her thighs became wider vertically! The way they socket to her pelvis shifted slightly, which would make it harder to stand on two legs! The shortening of her shins essentially made her legs the length they originally were- while keeping the cannon bones that were formerly her soles. The fur started to very slowly climb her back- following her spine but spreading out slowly to the sides after too. By now Maddison is energetically bouncing on her lap- giving her a show of her wobbling tits and matting her crotch fur with all the pussy juice.
"Augh... it... it is getting s-so bad... so much d-deerhoOAH. Ha- hOOOAGH!" Her eyes went wide as the stag's bellows escaped her lips without her control!
Her neck convulsed and stretched larger and longer! The bridge of her nose let out a dull but loud pop and became wider! It widened without projecting any further out, causing it to have a boxier shape to the end of it. Her scarlet lips started to darken to bruise purple, and then still more to glossy black! Her hips were now thrusting in perfect tandem with the deer in the forest.
"Hooh! He-help... get tHOo-s deer out HOAH me!"
Because her actions and the deer's are so entwined it is hard to tell what she is doing and what the deer is doing. Without looking at herself doing it; if she moves a part of her body and the deer doesn't she second guesses if she had actually moved at all. It also confuses her unconscious reflexes, so if she doesn't move and the deer does- sometimes her body will move automatically to mirror it. So if the other isn't actively doing something with part of their body- the counterpart can puppeteer them remotely.
The pleasure rose to levels that whited out her thoughts- every touch doubled, all the needs doubled, and the hormonal haze doubled. There was so much deer in Alice at this point that she looked like a human head and torso sunken into a deer, rather than deer traits emerging from a human. Only the top portion of her torso was devoid of fur- it had even started growing around her forehooves and was spreading up her arms quickly. She could feel his orgasm coming finally, and it of course triggered her own to approach just as fast. She is becoming so synced to the stag she might as well be his reflection. Alice hooked her hooves over Maddison's shoulders as the orgasmic pleasure rushed forward like a tidal wave, and pulled Mad into her body. Their breasts squished out against one another again, and Alice had to lean her head back a bit to make sure she did not tangle the tines of her antlers in Maddison's hair. Grinding their entire bodies together- Alice finally erupted into Maddison and bellowed loudly, completely unable to stop it.
Maddison slid off to give Alice some breathing room- she could not control the bellows and her breathing was already heavy, so the bellowing almost made her pass out from lack of air. The stag was temporarily satisfied and pleased that he was spent- even though doing this repeatedly for the last day had not worked, he still blindly assumed this time it would.
Alice looked at her front hooves, lamenting the loss of her hands. "I am... so much deer. I knew that wouldn't work..."
Maddison grinned. "But you still did it."
Alice glanced away, blushing. "My voice is changing too... if I can't talk-" Her voice was slightly deeper and breathy without meaning to be.
"I can use a telepathy spell to communicate with you still. I will just use the counter spell for you."
"We still need to find the bastard."
"Well; thanks to your transformation we know what he looks like- you!"
Alice lowered her eyebrows and motioned over herself. "Like any other deer. Out of how many hundreds of cervine must live in the area?" She let out a whine- but it just sounded like the high nasally fluting of a deer.
They both got cleaned up, and Maddison helped Alice out of her pants. The jeans material did not relent easily and the change in shape of her thighs made them very uncomfortable on top of the fact she can't pull them up completely or close the zipper, making them largely pointless anyway. She also discarded her panties- with her new genitals they had become nothing more than a push-up bra for her testicles anyway. She popped her tits back into her shirt though- slipping only her bra off from under it and keeping the shirt and sleeves on. She did not want to be entirely naked. Even if the clothing hid nothing and served no real purpose; Alice still wanted them on. Something to remind herself she is supposed to be human. Alice cannot stand completely straight anymore, either. The alteration of her hip and legs has made walking on two legs difficult- she walks with a forward slouch.
Alice went to bed and Maddison tucked her in, assuring her everything would be fine. All they needed to do was discharge a spell- it was easy. And the deer like to wander into the city edges a lot- worst-case scenario they just slap a dispel on literally every male deer they encounter. Eventually one of them will have to be him. Maddison stayed the night, but she did not curl up on the couch and go to sleep till much, much later. She quietly slipped magic books out of Alice's collection and found a two-way telepathy spell for when Alice's voice is transformed, and then memorized the counter-spell so she did not have to take the book with her while hunting deer, but unfortunately it was not something she could just whip out on the spot. The incantation version was far too long and complicated for her to memorize, and the runic version required a catalyst... which; Alice does own, but it is too heavy to just wander the woods with. Too fragile to bring in her vehicle too- they will also somehow have to get the stag back here to the house. They have to kidnap a deer. This is why you don't use out of date magic- it is stupidly inefficient and half the spells come with some bite-you-in-the-ass monkey-paw sort of backlash no one wants to have to deal with.
It was also a bit hard to for either of them to actually get to sleep because of the memories of earlier that night. Alice could not stop thinking of how good it felt, but also how it should not have felt so good. She is a hetero woman, she isn't supposed to like other women in the first place- that isn't her, it is deer. She isn't supposed to have a penis, and she shouldn't feel that good. Her pleasure is also the stag's pleasure experienced THROUGH her. Instead of using the unaware beast for her own pleasure it felt like she was unintentionally being used for his pleasure... even though she is the one who made the spell in the first place. And to this moment the deer is still entirely in the dark as to what is happening. Like; not even the slightest clue. Being like this felt so good, but the situation was so BAD! She loved the feeling but hated that she loved it. At least her mind remained her own- though it was increasingly just a prisoner inside of someone else's body. The pleasure also could not stop, even briefly. It let up when the fun ended obviously, but because their arousal and pleasure is shared- either one or the other will experience something that will bring both of them back up; preventing either from ever being completely satiated. Alice wanted to focus; to be serious about this dire situation but her thoughts kept wandering back to lust, and a need to bury her long thin rod into another fleshy hole.
Maddison kept thinking about earlier as she tried to get to sleep too- it was a weird situation to be sure. She was not into women but... Alice is technically male right now, aside from her boobs. The beautiful and only partially changed face of a woman, the plump and pert breasts and torso shape of a woman, buried inside an otherwise cervine body. It felt good, and it was incredibly hot. It was still weird she did that with her friend. Doing it with a beast was kinky as hell though, and that turned her on. Some small part of her wanted to look up a spell to regress Alice's thoughts too so she could have her own tamed, pet buck to face-fuck her whenever she wanted... but she could never do that to Alice, and scolded herself for even thinking of it.
The next day; they both slept in, quite a bit. Neither got to sleep easily and Alice was exhausted from everything else on top of that. When Alice's alarm went off she woke up only briefly enough to call in sick to work- the fact her voice doesn't sound right only helped to sell her lie that she is ill. Maddison helped her wake up the second time, preparing them both a quick lunch before they head out! Maddison came over in her rickety truck, so Alice would be somewhat covered while they travel to the forest at least. Her top half is the most human after all- and that is the only part you can see from outside the truck.
Alice groaned, listening to the truck sputter a bit while the radio was almost always at least half-static. "This thing better not die on us before we even get there, and strand me in the streets as a half deer freak..."
"Oh, psshaw. This truck has been through a lot and come out just fine before. My dad gave me this old thing as a fixer-upper first-car sort of thing."
"Yea... I think the problem is it was a fixer-upper, and you never fixed 'er up."
Maddison shrugged. "Eh, it works- good enough. Don't care if it looks like a turd, as long as it knows how to roll forward."
When they arrived the two women decided to pick a different parking spot. They approached from the parking lot at the front- people often camp around this area... but the parking lot was QUITE full... hunters. Alice was immediately filled with the dread thought that... the deer she placed the spell on might get shot by a hunter. Not only would that mean she experiences the pain of being killed without actually dying- it would also prevent the spell from ever being properly removed. To avoid eyes, they had to drive for a good distance away and just parked at the side of a ditch at the edge of town.
Alice often leaned on trees to help her balance- she cannot be completely straight upright so her center of gravity is teetering at all times. It was also now doubly confusing for her body to interpret anything. In an office setting it was easier to tell that grass brushing her legs was not actually happening to her, because there is no grass in an office. Now both her and the buck were in the same forest, making it almost impossible to tell what sensation belonged to which entity. It was also unnerving being out in the open with no clothing on her lower body- and a permanently out, half-chub dick wobbling in front of her at all times. If anyone seen her she would be in trouble for a lot more reasons than that though- and hopefully there are no people this far into the forest to encounter her in the first place. But there is no telling how far the hunters go for a kill. Without any wolves in the area- human hunters need to cull the deer herds or they would reproduce faster than their food source can... which is why they wander into the city so often- there is too many of them.
Maddison and Alice had to be careful about approaching the deer as well- there is a lot of them, but since it is rutting season; getting too close to a deer might cause a buck to turn aggressive and charge antlers-first. And as Alice can confirm- those tines are real pointy; you don't want to be on the wrong end of those. A lot of these deer had been wandering into the city to cause mischief and nibble the more exotic plants out of people's yards- so they did not have any particular fear of humans. Maddison and Alice could pretty much walk right up to them without them trying to run- as long as they did not move abruptly. The problem is; almost all the deer they found are doe, not stags. The buck are on the run trying to find themselves as many doe to bury their pong in as possible before mating season ends- so they are a constantly moving target, and already much fewer in number than the doe.
The trees in these woods are massive- their branches high above so the forest floor is rather roomy to move around in. The ground is more of a soft mulch than simple soil. Many berry bushes- though most berries missing by now- and lots of mushrooms because autumn is the season the mycelium bloom. The tree roots are so massive they protrude from the ground often, making them a bit of a trip hazard. The fresh, earthy air helps calm Alice at least. The forest is a tranquil place to walk around in- a shame her situation was so dire or she could have enjoyed it more.
Maddison sighed as they walked past a group of three doe. "Well, at least we can eliminate three fourths of the deer population from our search criteria... since they are all female. Easy to spot the males when we do because of the antlers."
Alice shook her head sadly. "We need to get away from the doe I-I *bleat* think."
"Why?"
"The buck I am linked with has been over-sexed for almost two full days n-n-nOUUUGHw. His groin muscles ache from over-use. Unlike every other buck; he ISN'T looking for sex. He is going to be the only stag NOT trying to mount a doe. Plus hoOUUGH- h-he probably thinks he has some sort of ghost-lover or something, because he isn't smart enough to know what the hell my spell is doing."
"Yea- I can barely wrap my head around what your spell is doing."
She huffed, sounding like a buck snorting. "Well it isn't really doOUUgh- ing what it is supposed to anyway, so." Several of the deer around them lifted their head and looked confused at Alice when she bellowed like one of them.
They made their way still deeper into the forest- where the ground started to slant upward as the mountain started, though all the trees still pointed straight up. Alice started to walk closer to Maddison, and both of them noted that the doe were wandering closer to them. They were trailing several doe as well. It was a little creepy that they all suddenly started coming toward them at the same time, silently converging on the women.
Maddison put her hand out to push one of the deer back who was getting unnervingly close. "Uh... hey... there. What do you girls want?" The doe just licked her hand, because her skin tastes salty.
Several more converged on Alice, making it impossible to go forward without having to shove them out of the way first. "Okay- sorry ladies but we have... to go. We not... ugh."
Maddison looked at her. "You okay?"
"Y-yea they just keep... mmm touch."
The doe were practically grinding up against her, all turning either to the side or outright turning completely around, flicking their tails up, offering their rump to Alice. Oh no- they think Alice is a buck. Well... they aren't entirely wrong. Alice tried to move past them but they followed and kept trying to entice her into mounting! They wanted Alice to pick one of them- it did not occur to any of them that 'no' would even be a viable answer during mating season. They have never encountered a stag who didn't want to.
Their cool wet noses brushed against her causing her to flinch a bit, and their bodies kept rubbing hers. Unfortunately since her dick isn't covered by anything, it immediately stood up and started throbbing. Her slightly altered nose was picking up scents her conscious mind could not even register- but her body was still reacting to.
Maddison blushed brightly, getting sort of shuffled away from Alice by all the doe forming around her. "Uh... maybe you should just bang one so the rest go away?"
"N-NO! I *bleat* not... a-animal..." She tried to shove past them but only stumbled and was partially caught by yet more doe. "I am not a mahoOOAGH- m-male!"
Her hip started to tense up in pulses- her conscious mind trying to stop it while her unconscious mind tried to thrust. Her cock was bobbing up and down so regularly now it looked like it was nodded in agreement with the doe- flicking strands of glistening pre that the doe tried to catch on their tongues. One of the doe grabbed the end of Alice's cock in its mouth to suck lightly!
"N-nhoOOAH, s-s-stHOOohp!"
The pleasure caused her to flop forward; already at a forward lean by default because of her legs. The doe bowed her head to stay on the cock, so her head was under Alice's stomach, her neck along her torso and Alice trying to push herself up and off from the doe's shoulders, but without hands she could not grip the doe. Alice could not stop her hips from thrusting- mouth-fucking the doe without meaning to! The other doe grunt and started to disperse, since the buck had been stolen away. Usually the stag had to chase down and ambush a mate- not have the doe swarm and fight over him.
"Guh- get, off... neEED to get off! N-no, climb off. Need to cummmm, n-n-no HOOUGH! *bleat* Caaan't... stop!"
Several of her ribs popped, and her rib cage started to change proportions! It was pushing further forward, becoming barrel shaped, causing her breasts to drift apart from one another. Her breast flesh tightened, causing her tits to firm up and then slowly shrink! The hot tickling feeling of growing fur appeared on her underside as the fur line very slowly started to crawl up toward her changing chest!
Alice managed to get enough balance pushing a hoof against the doe's shoulders to shove her upper half off, but before she could skitter backward to pull out of the doe's mouth; her shoulder blades let out a loud crack and shifted forward! Her shoulders shifted forward to either side of her rounding rib cage, forcing a quadruped stance onto her front legs as well as the back! The change in proportion to her ribs also caused her back to let out some dull clicks and lengthen slightly- which would put her at even more of a slouch if she attempted to stand up... making it impossible for her to stand on two legs. She panted and her eyes stared into space with a lust consumed gaze even as she shook her head 'no'. Maddison looked away, blushing- but still kept glancing over from the corner of her eye every ten seconds anyway.
The doe slipped off, giving Alice a playful glance as she turned and broke the strand of saliva still connecting her to Alice's cock, before she turned completely around and flicked her tail up to show Alice her neon pink bits. Her udder is too tiny to see from any other angle- but from directly behind you could see the candy pink slope between her legs below her hungry pussy. Alice moved entirely on reflex, turning to try and mount her but did not move forward to actually be able to- her conscious mind still trying to control herself. If Maddison wasn't standing right there, she would likely already be gone.
The stag however could feel everything and utterly lacked Alice's futile restraint. The stag leaped up trying to mount the phantom doe, but Alice was so caught up struggling against her own feelings she was not at all prepared to also argue the stag's influence in all this, and her body mirrored his. Alice was at a stalemate with herself, so the stag decided what she did for her, mounting the doe using her body!
"N-nhooOOAH, Huuh, HOAAH *bleat* HOOAH!" Alice tried to close her mouth to just stop making any sounds at all but could not even manage that- they escaped like hiccups, she could not stop bellowing like a buck!
Alice gripped the doe around her sides tightly with her forelegs and hammered into her pussy with fast and strong thrusts. The pleasure was explosive- it was all she could think about. It was like a vivid dream- her body just moved on its own, she was just a passenger trapped in the experience.
Alice's nose got longer, dragging out her upper jaw as well and her teeth started to fuse back into the jawbone on the top... cervine only have bottom teeth in the front. Her face became longer and longer and more and more narrow, deforming the shape of her entire skull as the deer's shape was forced into her, stretching her humanity into obscurity. Her torso completed its changes with the last alteration being her breasts regressing into nothing- not even colored dots to mark where nipples had formerly been, and the fur covered it and spread up her neck now, picking up speed. The stag was thrusting so rigorously the strands of precum spurting out were hitting his own underside as well as the ground under him as he thrust into the doe remotely.
Alice cannot see her own head to know how much is left but she tried to visualize it- trying to imagine herself some humanity to hold onto but it was a losing game. Her face stretched out far enough that her eyes were forced out to the sides like a prey species. The end of her nose moistened and darkened. Alice's human hair started to quickly fall out- that much she could see. She watched the strands of red-brown hair fall away and collect on the ground under them like discarded trash. The fur consumed her face and her iris expanded to hide the white of her eyes, darkening their color. The end of her face white- and bordered by a black streak across the top half of her muzzle, touching the black of her bare nose tip.
Alice reared her head up several times- another bellow trying to get out but she was holding it in pointlessly; just trying to blindly defy the changes in any minuscule way she can manage. Her pleasure peaked though, and the stag erupted cum all over the forest floor yet again- which forcefully also triggered Alice to cum! The pleasure whited her thoughts completely again, and her brief moment of defiance faltered and she let out a very loud bellow in triumph as she came into the doe and then practically collapsed on top of her, making her front legs buckle from the deadweight.
Maddison shrugged- still not making direct eye contact. "W-well... now you don't have to worry about being tripped up by random changes. Nothing left to change- except back to a human!"
*Can... you...?*
"Hear you? Yea. I set up the telekinetic link. We can... get back to the hunt whenever you're... ready- able- willing. Whatever."
*Need... catch my breath.*
The doe slipped out from under her and she slumped to the ground like a corpse, breathing heavily still. Too much sex, too much pleasure... not to mention the changes and trying to resist them drained the hell out of her. She also felt rather defeated- like the stag had gotten his revenge on her for putting the spell on him in the first place. Or just reality slapping her in the face for being stupid enough to do it in the first place.
After a bit Alice rose shakily onto all fours and followed Maddison as their hunt continued. Now she kept her head low and her ears flopped over in shame of what she has become. The forest thinned as it went up the mountain and the slopes became steeper and more rocky... it was also unlikely the deer would venture up there.
Maddison grumbled, looking back toward the front of the forest. "Actually... I am going to look that way, but, you go back to my truck and wait there. I will bring the stag if I see him."
*What? No, we search better together! Why would I wait back there??*
"Because there are hunters in these woods and now you look exactly like a normal-ass buck. I can't afford to bring you toward that area of the woods, and then have you be shot to death by some random hillbilly. We don't have a type of magic to undo being shot."
Well- she doesn't look EXACTLY like the other deer. None of the other deer are wearing a purple top and sleeves. Though a bit stretched- her shirt still fits fine. Her chest growing further out forward would have pulled it too tightly- except that she also lost her breasts, which created more space. Her arms are a slightly different shape and her hands are gone but otherwise they are the same size, so the sleeves still fit exactly the same as they did before... they are just a bit too warm now because she also has fur under it.
*The stag is there, and he is just as likely to be shot as I will be. If he gets killed I am just as fucked regardless. I am coming.*
"Hrrrmn..."
Her fate would actually be worse than the bucks if he were to be shot and killed. Because he will die- she won't. The spell won't cancel and won't be able to be canceled by anyone else at that point... which means she will always feel what he does, even after he is dead. His body decaying... the carrion creatures that come to eat it. The bones being gnawed by rodents. Then the cold void of oblivion for the rest of her days. She would much rather be shot herself than allow him to be shot in her place.
The two wandered the woods, scanning the large gap between the immense trees at the heads of all the deer, for any who sported antlers. Maddison also tried to ride Alice like a mount but that absolutely did not work- Alice can't hold that much weight on her back.
Alice froze a moment and immediately lifted her head in shock. *WATER*
"Oh shit- he is in the river?!"
*Blowing his load repeatedly is making him dehydrated!*
They both ran as fast as they could- there was only one river in the forest, so only one place he could be. Trees don't grow inside the river, so they can look both up and down the length of the river from a single spot to see him.
Unfortunately it was not quite that easy- when they arrived they seen quite a few deer grouped up by a deep area of the river where it pooled a bit. Again; most were doe, but there was three bucks present. If they mess up and grab the wrong one- all the others will run away. They have to make sure they grab the correct stag. None of them had any unique markings. Alice stomped her front hoof and two of the three mirrored her. Okay, that eliminates one.
There was a quiet *pfft* sound as one of the buck farted and all of the other deer immediately stopped what they were doing, raised their heads and looked at him. Maddison pointed at him.
"Cabbage-eater! Get him!"
Alice and Maddison charged at him and all the other deer scattered away to the sides! The buck easily outran Maddison without even trying- Alice however is just as fast as he is... since she literally has the exact same body. She brushed her antlers against trees as she ran deliberately, causing the buck to flinch and lose ground in confusion. Alice had to rely on his influence a bit too though, because she is not at all used to running on all fours.
Time seemed to slow for Alice when she seen the glint of glass, and caught out of the corner of her eye bright orange behind a tree. A hunter! He is aiming at the buck!
The hunter grinned. "Got you now, twitchy."
The stag immediately stopped and ducked the second the gun went off and the bullet flew between the tines of his antlers. The hunter quickly cleared the chamber and loaded the next bullet with a frustrated grunt, then seen Alice charging at him from the side! The hunter put the gun down and ran back, but before he got anywhere the buck ran up, spun up onto his front two legs and slammed the hunter in the side of the head with both rear hooves, blowing him straight off his feet and through several feet of air before hitting the ground. Before the hunter even knew what happened, he looked up and seen two sets of antlers bowed down- pointing at his head from either side, preventing him from getting up. Alice stomped her hoof down between the gun and its strap and kicked it away, behind herself and out of his reach. She can influence the stag's actions- so every fight is going to be two against one. She is effectively two deer.
Maddison caught up, wheezing to get her breath back a half minute after the hunter had been pinned already. "Holy... fuck... they run fast. Uhm, can you like... not... kill these deer? They are my friends, so. You can kill whatever other deer you want- I don't care. Just leave these two."
He scoffed. "Well ain't that cute." He pointed to the regular buck. "But I have been watching this one all day and I am convinced he is God damn possessed. Been twitching and dancing around like he lost his damn mind. Needs to be put out of his misery. Choose better friends."
"N-no, I mean they are my friends from... er, I mean they are HUMAN. Or, one is human and the other is linked to a... human. That probably sounds crazy."
"Well that much you've got right at least. Also sounds like bullshit to me. You're one of those damn hippies always trying to save everyone. I got news for you- for creatures to live other creatures need to die. Resources don't just pop out from nothing."
"Okay, but- see how this one is wearing clothes? She is a human who turned into a deer. And she needs this deer to be a human again."
The man scrunched up his face and shook his head lightly. "Right, and they decided to come out to the forest in the form of a deer because they enjoy being shot?"
Maddison sighed, picking up his gun. "Guess I will just be taking this, then, so you don't shoot us in the back. Sorry."
The man growled- unable to stop her since the deer were pinning him down still. The buck followed them as they ran- half because it is a herd animal and it was following Alice willingly, and half because Alice was running which made his body also want to run; being partially puppeteered. Now that they were side-by-side it really was like looking at a reflection. Every twitch of their ear, flick of the tail, and the movement of their legs as they trot was exactly identical; done in perfect synchronicity. They both also had their dicks away for once. Now that Alice is fully the buck- their last orgasm really was the last one. If she is an exact copy of him- that means they have the same refractory period, so when they got off last, they were finally spent. That means the spell effects have ended, but the spell itself is still active... and because of how out of control it already became there really isn't any way of telling that the end condition even triggered, because Alice was already fully lost anyway. It is like putting out a fire after all that is left of the house is ash- there was nothing left to burn anyway.
Even Alice could not get into the actual truck, because her body was completely different shaped now and her antlers kept getting caught on everything when she tried, so she just lured the stag into the truck bed and sat down so he would sit too. She did not trust him to stand up- he doesn't know how vehicles work to brace himself so if he was standing he would just tumble off the back as soon as the truck moved. Maddison tossed the gun onto the passenger seat and took off as fast as she could- kicking up a storm of dust behind the truck. They need to get this guy to her house as fast as possible to end all this before any more complications arise.
As they drove back past the parking lot they once again heard the hunter shouting at them from beside his own vehicle.
"There they go! She is kidnapping those deer! Someone stop them- they stole my fuckin' gun too!" Everyone else around him glanced at the truck speeding off and shrugged in confusion. "Aw, hell to this." He jumped into his own truck and took off.
They were on the highway that skirts the city proper, returning to Alice's home when Alice looked nervously to Maddison.
*Uuuh, Mad? Could you maybe go a little faster?*
"I don't think so. The muffler already sounds like it is about to rattle off the bottom. I trust the old truck but not enough to push my luck." She glanced back. "Why?"
She seen in the rearview- the hunter in his truck, going well past the speed limit to catch up to them quickly. And then as he caught up he leaned out the driver side window with a pistol in his hand!
"You nature hugging hippy shit! If you don't let me hunt my deer- I will hunt YOU."
He shot the side of the truck, deflecting off the side, just leaving a cut up the side of the truck as a warning shot. The truck shook from Maddison getting scared from the shot and almost yanking the steering wheel to the side on reflect.
"Are you kidding me? This truck might be a piece of shit, but it is MY piece of shit." Another shot grazed them. "Jesus! You're trying to murder us because of an old bolt action?" Without slowing down she grabbed his rifle up off the seat and held it out her driver's window. "Look- we don't want it, you just made us take it. Have it back!"
She tossed the rifle onto the road beside the truck and it immediately bounced up and back down directly into the left tire of the hunter's truck causing his truck to jump, and the gun to get smashed in half.
"You broke my God damn gun!"
"Oh for fuck's sake. Technically YOU broke the gun."
He shot at them again- this time hitting the edge of the back flap on the bed- clearly aiming for the two deer. Maddison glanced around trying to look for somewhere to lose him but there was no turnoffs for a bit, and no one was on the road right now really. Where was a stray cop when you needed one? She can't take her cell out to call the police while also driving the truck as fast as she can. She seen him taking aim at Alice and the buck again and did the only thing she could think of- slammed the breaks. The deer were shoved up against the body of the truck, and the back of the truck smashed into the front of the hunter's truck. Maddison hit the gas immediately after, so when the hunter rammed into them they returned to full speed quickly. The hunter's truck wobbled violently but he refused to let off the gas and lose his prey, and he managed to straighten it out. Both his headlights were gone now and the front grill looked like crumpled tinfoil. The back fender on Maddison's truck was rattling around ready to fall off at any moment.
As soon as he managed to steady the truck again he leaned out the side, taking aim with his pistol. Maddison's truck isn't going to be able to take many hits like that, but the two sitting deer might as well be two sitting ducks back there, waiting to get shot otherwise. Alice got the stag to stand up, gave him a nod while staring into his eyes. He looked at her confused, flicked his ears and then very slowly nodded back.
*Sorry you're dick is too small to let anything go. But we couldn't give less of a buck.*
The hunter shot at Alice first, but both deer bowed their heads and the bullet went through the rear window over their heads and stopped lodged halfway out the front windshield, covering it with hairline cracks! The two stag locked their antlers together, then they swung around and the buck yanked his head up, ripping Alice off the bed of the truck and threw her off the back!! Alice curled herself and hit back-first into the hunter's windshield exploding it inward and causing the entire front of the vehicle to bounce off the road. The truck came to an abrupt stop, turning to the side a bit from the force of trying to stop so suddenly, and then lurched onto two wheels.
"Oooh, no no no no no!" He shook his head at the approaching ground.
His front half was still out the driver side window, but now Alice was taking up the entire cab, preventing him from getting back inside! The truck slowly fell over onto its side- pinning him to the ground under its weight! Maddison stopped her truck immediately when she seen Alice fly off like a cervine missile. She ran over to see if she was okay, but Alice got up just fine. Both her and the stag winced- they were hurt, but all things considered; not that badly. Her back was covered with small cuts from the exploded glass, and bruised from the impact but nothing was broken. Her shirt was all cut up at the back- having it still on probably helped shield her a bit. She jumped back into the bed with the stag and Maddison quickly called the cops on the psychopath hunter and bolted from the scene before they actually show up.
Both the stag and Alice were so tired, and sore, and just emotionally drained and ready for this to be over finally. Maddison already had the catalyst ready and the book out and on the page she needed so she cast the counter spell the moment they got inside- not even cleaning the blood off Alice's back first.
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After about a week, the sting of the truck accident and the strain of her ordeal started to fade and life got back to... mostly normal. The transformation back luckily had been virtually instant, unlike her transformation into a deer, which had been annoyingly slow. Going from feeling two bodies all the time back to only feeling her own was like walking out of the mosh pit at a concert and stepping into a library. EVERYTHING seemed so calm and tranquil in comparison. It would also be a good long while before she got horny again.
Alice finished tossing the huge bowl of leafy salad, showing it to Maddison. "Eh?"
Maddison smiled from her seat on the couch. "Nice stuff. He is lucky to have a girlfriend like you!"
"Yo damn right." She turned to shout down the hall. "Honey- breakfaaaast!"
Buck came wandering into the kitchen from the bedroom,yawning and then shaking his head- accidentally scraping the wall on either side of the hall with his antlers.
"Aaah- I told you to be careful when you do that. Anyway... me and Maddison are going to the movies so you have the house to yourself today."
He grunt and nodded, then trot over to the counter to put his head into the salad bowl.
Maddison stood up and went over to Alice as they headed for the front door. "I wonder if he will ever try to invite his own friends over for a party? Haha."
"No way! No stag parties!" | STORY |
The moon has long been a focal point for space research and exploration, yet our understanding of its origins remains incomplete. A recent discovery indicates that the moon is approximately 40 million years older than previously estimated.
In a study published by the European Association of Geochemistry, scientists examined the age of crystal formations found in moon rock samples to determine its age. These samples, collected during NASA’s Apollo program, contain a significant quantity of crystals known as zircon. The presence of these zircon crystals suggests that the moon’s surface was formed roughly 110 million years after the creation of the solar system. Researchers employed various analytical techniques, including mass spectrometry to measure specific molecules in the rock. Additionally, they used atom-probe tomography to assess the degree of radioactive decay in the samples, which, in turn, helped determine the age of the crystals in the rock.
NASA’s prevailing theory suggests that a Mars-sized object collided with Earth billions of years ago, leading to the formation of the moon. This revised understanding of the moon’s age offers scientists a rough estimate of when this significant collision might have occurred. It underscores the importance of exploratory missions like Apollo 17, the mission at the core of this discovery. In 1972, this manned mission aimed to conduct geological surveys on the moon’s surface, resulting in the retrieval of 243 pounds of lunar material. Remarkably, this material has only recently been examined by researchers, 51 years later.
NASA has launched over 105 robotic spacecraft to explore the moon, presenting endless opportunities for further discoveries. While the next NASA-led manned mission to the moon is not expected until at least 2025, rover programs are anticipated to provide additional insights into the composition of the moon’s surface. | EDUCATION |
Hiii this is my first x reader as it is in the description, there is no nsfw or anything in here. (Sorry:D) There will be slight intimacy but nothing too much or descriptive. I will try my best to upload and try not to discontinue, if I haven't posted within a week just send a comment on the latest chapter and I will try my best to post another! If you want a schedule, I'll try to make it be chapter a day if not, every few days!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Slaltera is where you come from :D
Y/N- your name
L/N-last name
H/C-hair color
S/C-skin color
E/C- eye color
H/L-hair length
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I hope you like this story and enjoy your time with joost! | STORY |
To implement a program that sort an array of elements using Merge Sort.
Merge Sort is a popular sorting algorithm that uses the divide and conquer approach to sort an array. The Merge Sort algorithm works by dividing the array into two halves repeatedly until each sub-array contains only one element. Then it merges the sub-arrays in a sorted manner until the original array is sorted.
The program starts with the "mergeSort" function, which takes three arguments - the array to be sorted (arr), the starting index of the array (l), and the ending index of the array (r). If the starting index is less than the ending index, it calculates the middle index m of the array and recursively calls "mergeSort" on the left half of the array and the right half of the array. This recursive call continues until each sub-array contains only one element.
Once the sub-arrays are sorted, the "merge" function is called to merge them. The "merge" function takes four arguments - the array to be sorted (arr), the starting index of the left sub-array (l), the ending index of the left sub-array and the starting index of the right sub-array (m), and the ending index of the right sub-array (r).
The "merge" function creates two sub-arrays - "L" and "R" - to store the left and right halves of the original array. It then iterates over these sub-arrays, comparing the elements and merging them into a new sorted array. Once one of the sub-arrays has been completely merged, the function appends the remaining elements of the other sub-array to the end of the sorted array. | EDUCATION |
By all accounts, choosing Sarla for that job was a “safe” choice, for lack of a better word. The universe in question was still young, there was very little to work with, and if things got a bit too experimental, one could always compare it to more mainline maintenance projects and see just how well the Zigzagoon did when faced with chaotic circumstances. Plus, as far as the bureaucracy was concerned, getting her out of the way and into a job of her own would get the fuzzball off their case and onto something that would, hopefully, serve as a sink for her considerable amount of bottled-up energy; after spending a few dozen millenia fielding calls and ignoring letters from the lower goddess, all of them little more than begging for her higher-ups to finally give her a cosmos to rule over as an “internship” with the Mandate, having something for her to actually do was a… well, not godsend, all things considered, but certainly fortunate.
Even then, the look on the Zigzagoon’s face when she was called up to the pantheon’s Subsection Fifteen was such that even the crusty old demigods in charge of filing paperwork had to smile; the sheer, unfettered joy at being told she was being given her universe to take care of was practically infectious, and the whole building felt lighter for the whole cycle. Nevertheless, no one really thought that anything would come out of it; not only was Sarla utterly unremarkable as far as deities went, having ascended from a particularly skillful Zigzagoon who just happened to have enough stories told about them to elevate their soul upon death, but the reality chosen for her was… derivative.
In all honesty, it was practically a copy of the one that Sarla had come from to begin with, which was precisely why she was sent there to begin with; given the infinite nature of the multiverse, it was seen as common courtesy to make a prospective divinity’s first assignment be somewhat similar to the reality they were most accustomed with before they ascended, with the only constraint being whether or not the bureaucracy believed them capable of living up to the demand. Or, in Sarla’s case, whether or not said bureaucracy was tired of having to deal with the constant pestering; one way or another, the Zigzagoon got what she wanted, and with the widest smile on her face, the young goddess crossed the threshold into the universe she was soon to rule over, practically buzzing from excitement.
From there, standard protocol took over: she would have a certain amount of time to take care of that instance of reality, after which a supervisor assigned to the case would visit said reality, check if everything was up to snuff, and provide a grading based on how well Sarla had done. Barring extreme circumstances where literally everything went wrong, this process would carry on for a handful of evaluations, which would normally be enough to encompass a significant chunk of the universe’s lifespan, after which the prospective applicant would be recalled for a final evaluation and either given a passing grade, or told to go back to the instruction halls.
While not technically permitted, there was an unofficial tradition of the divine bureaucracy setting up a betting pool for whether or not the newest applicant would make it or crash and burn spectacularly, with the most daring among them even daring to wager on specific grades. For Sarla, the odds were… something less than positive. There was a very good reason why most of the Zigzagoon’s attempts at getting her first assignment were either ignored or outright rebuked, and it wasn’t just because she wouldn’t shut up whenever she got excited about anything; no one really had any faith in her ability to manage her way out of a closed cardboard box, let alone something as complex as an entire universe. Thus, when she was last seen going into the gateway, Sarla slipped from everyone’s mind the moment the counter was started on her first evaluation, at which point a few people would remember about the betting pool and insist everyone else pony up the cash.
This made it especially surprising when the date came around and the gateway… didn’t work. It came as a shock for everyone involved, including the maintenance crews who had received no reports of the doorway being broken, but no matter how hard anyone tried pushing, no matter how much strength was put behind it, the damned thing refused to budge. The only thing anyone could figure out was that there was some sort of unidentifiable “blockage” on the other side, which only made it all the more confusing given that there were no alarms tripped about a universal mass multiplication incident. Hours were spent in trying to clear whatever was on the other side, at which point someone had the brilliant idea of simply trying to contact Sarla, since surely, if they could rely on her to do anything, it was to talk their heads off about her latest idea or pet project.
It was only then that the sheer magnitude of the bureaucracy’s collective ignorance truly became evident, since the moment they attempted to send a message to the Zigzagoon, the blockage immediately cleared up, followed by a single-word reply:
“Sorry!”
There was no telling what that meant, but given the circumstances, the supervisor god decided it’d be best to move in as quickly as possible, lest the “blockage” appear again… only to emerge on Sarla’s body. Now, the Zigzagoon, on being sent in for the first time, was perfectly regular in appearance; indeed, one could make the case that she was somewhat remarkable in how unremarkable she had been, given that most deities made a point of using their power to engorge themselves and sculpt forms that would be seen by their mortal followers as downright obscene or excessive (hence the overabundance of fertility divinities in the multiverse). Sarla, meanwhile, was… not. She was short, she was flat, and she lacked any real features that could be remotely called enticing, resulting in a body that wasn’t ugly, but simply entirely mundane and incapable of making even a single eyebrow raise, which was itself eyebrow-raising to a certain extent.
So for her supervisor to cross the threshold and land atop soft pudge, which he immediately identified as being a fraction of the top of a single one of the Zigzagoon’s breasts, was more than a little perplexing, seeing as deities weren’t supposed to grow that big in such a short amount of time; indeed, they weren’t supposed to grow that big at all, with the upper bound on one’s size being intimately linked to the amount of time spent managing a universe. The biggest of deities, the ones who were about as large as Sarla appeared to be, had been running realities for the better part of a handful of eternities, having had to absorb the collective worship of literally countless cosmoses before they could get to that point.
Meanwhile, the Zigzagoon, in between apologising for “blocking the door with my fat ass, sorry!” and “I completely forgot it was today!”, seemed entirely unaware that she was about as big as an entire galaxy and had tits bigger than even that, apparently thinking that this was either completely normal, or so utterly unremarkable as to not be worth thinking about. Her supervisor, trying to come to terms with what he was seeing, first thought that it had to be some kind of illusion; clearly, Sarla had learned how to project avatars and decided to spend an inordinate amount of her power pretending to be this gargantuan colossus for… whatever reason, he was certain that it made perfect sense in her head.
But the longer the non-conversation went on, and the more the supervisor god tuned into that particular reality, the more he came to realise that no, she was absolutely there, and that was absolutely her body that he was standing on. Against all odds, not only had the Zigzagoon outpaced literally every other divinity in existence, but she’d done so in record time and in apparent ignorance of how monumental an achievement this was.
A cursory analysis of her state revealed that Sarla was… quite big. Quite big indeed, which is why the time it took for the supervisor to accurately gauge her size was long enough that said size was no longer accurate; indeed, looking down, it was pretty obvious that the titaness was bloating quickly, with her lifegiving bust swelling with milk at every moment, something that Sarla herself excused as a “necessity” given how energy-hungry her civilizations had become. This thoroughly perplexed the smaller god atop her, who had not expected there to be any civilizations that could recognize the goddess’ existence at all, let alone any far enough along on the Kardashev Scale as to need divine intervention to function properly.
Yet, turning his attention to the galaxy that Sarla loomed over, it became obvious that what he was looking at was not, in fact, a regular galactic structure, but rather an artificial one; the arms were too clearly-defined, the globular centre made out of some kind of colossal metallic sphere, and its edges surrounded by an unimaginably massive ring structure that a close look revealed to be a fully functional ringworld. The further in the supervisor went, the more he noticed that, rather than long stretches of nothing occasionally interrupted by a stellar system, the whole “galaxy” had been turned into a lattice structure of hyperlanes connecting millions upon millions of individual civilizations, all of which had come together as one united galactic community, which had recently recognized Sarla as their universe’s ruler, and beseeched her for assistance in their grandest project yet: adding a second galaxy to their original one, as the first step towards the ultimate goal of uniting the entire universe in one impossibly huge hyper-structure that would last for all eternity.
Upon discovering this, the supervisor god could do little but slowly turn towards Sarla, who by then had grown big enough to nearly double her size from the moment the door was opened; to her credit, she at least realised that her visitor was very much confused, and did her best to explain that, when she had first arrived, the most advanced of peoples had only managed to establish the first kingdoms, with the absolute best having figured out how to use gunpowder for weaponry. Being who she was, Sarla figured her talents would be best utilised in helping these civilizations find a better way forward, and as such she took a very direct, yet still successfully unnoticed role in guiding her charges’ development.
In just a couple of centuries, the first interstellar colonies were being established, and a couple of centuries more saw the creation of the very first galactic oversight council, which eventually morphed into the democratic, pan-galactic community that existed in present times. Despite this, Sarla had only recently made herself properly known, having preferred to act through intermediaries and assorted prophets rather than provide the “easy way out”, as she put it; only when the very limits of physics were reached did the goddess deign to actually intervene directly, and even then only by providing her nurturing milk as a hyper-efficient energy source.
All of this, of course, left her supervisor absolutely flabbergasted, as they lacked any frame of reference for a development time so accelerated; typically, the most that one could expect from a first-timer was a baseline universal development, normally ending with a complete evacuation at the end of the reality’s life cycle. These sorts of shortcutted dev cycles were the exclusive purview of experts who both knew what they were doing and had millions of universes’ worth of experience under their belts, not complete newbies who had to beg for an assignment.
It made it difficult to believe that the Zigzagoon had done all of this by herself, but what other alternative was there? That another god, one possessed of power far beyond that of the supervisor himself, had snuck in and helped Sarla without anyone catching wind of it? It was absurd, and yet the “reality” of it was no more unlikely, not with the way things had gone; how was it remotely possible that the pipsqueak who could barely reach the top shelf had somehow turned pre-feudal societies into a galactic-scale civilization in less than a millennium?! Hell, how did she break through every known record and turned herself into a titaness of such exaggerated proportions using only the collective prayer and worship of a single universe, even if it was one populated enough to warrant a ringworld surrounding an entire ga-actually, yeah, that might explain it.
Looking back, there were definitely a few quadrillion souls in that galaxy alone, and who knew how many more in other such structures the universe over; sure, those might not have the goddess actively looking after them, but the presence of a deity had a way of causing knock-on effects with immense reach, and given that Sarla seemed to be some sort of anomaly, then who knew how populated other places were. Assuming current trends, then it could certainly go a long way to explain why the goddess was as big as she was… though it did little to cast a light on how she managed to be that good at her job that she completely shattered every projection they had on how well she would do.
Unfortunately, it was his role as a supervisor to ascertain how it happened, so even though he was convinced he was going to regret it, the god sat down, did his best to ignore the softness trying to envelop him, and began going through the checklist that every new-timer had to answer during their first evaluation. It went perfectly fine at first, with Sarla providing the proper responses to the basic questions, but as soon as it came down to her methods, everything went down the drain extremely quickly.
Gods were taught to act within certain lines of thought, Disciplines and Paths which were, ultimately, up to each individual deity to choose from; there was fierce competition between each one, their proponents attempting to prove that they could get better results than any other in order to secure better funding for their academies. While there were occasionally “free thinkers” who broke the moulds, even these more often than not simply derived new practises from established ones, rather than go in an entirely different direction. Sarla, meanwhile, spoke as if she hadn’t spent a single day inside a divine institution, lacking in even the most basic of technical terminology or scientific approach, and being far too enamoured with her “little ones” for her own good, to say nothing of the rampant arousal displayed throughout the entire process… and yet, it worked, and her supervisor couldn’t say otherwise.
Indeed, trying to understand what was actually happening proved to be substantially harder than expected, since while Sarla’s choice of words was decidedly unscientific in how she described her process, it was nonetheless undeniably methodical; so much so that the supervisor, upon starting to pay closer attention, came to notice that he was recognizing patterns in some very specific terms, almost as if what the goddess was saying actually made some sense, and it had just eluded him until that exact moment.
It took a while before he recognized the truth: he was being talked down to. Or rather, things were being simplified for his sake; he had a feeling that the Zigzagoon wouldn’t condescend to anyone, but recognized whenever anyone she was speaking to just didn’t quite understand what she was saying, and thus preempted herself by “dumbing down” her more technical vocabulary such that people could understand. Yet, even through this, it was clear that she had an extremely well-thought out plan for her universe; it just took some time before her supervisor fully realised that it even existed, though by the time he did, it became impossible to think of anything else.
Repeated words turned into entire expressions, references to mathematical formulas and population growth schemata, while seemingly disparate comparisons revealed themselves to be multi-layered metaphors that only made sense within the context of that particular universe. Occasionally, Sarla would off-handedly mention concepts her supervisor was actually familiar with, only to dismiss them as an “incomplete” understanding of how reality operated; despite this, she was never dismissive of them, insisting instead that they were merely the first step towards fully understanding the complexity of the multiverse, one that, “thankfully”, most of the divinities had already taken.
Indeed, Sarla was nothing if not giddy at the prospect of having finally been able to put some of her ideas to practice, being beyond herself that they had worked as well as they had; as she confided on the smaller god nestling between her tits, struggling not to fall down into the cleavage below, she had very little faith in her own abilities until they panned out after a few first unsuccessful attempts. Now, as she put it, it was really just a question of refinement: the proof of concept was there, and the rest was just her building upon it and making good use of marginals.
At no point did her supervisor attempt to interrupt the explanations, nor did they do anything other than nod along and write down whatever came out of the Zigazagoon’s mouth; he knew full well that nothing in the report would be believed, and that his supervisors would find some convenient way of rationalising the report itself away despite the fact that their chosen representative was bound by metaphysical law to not lie, obfuscate, or otherwise produce falsehoods. He could swear upon his divine soul that everything he wrote down was nothing but the utmost truth and they still wouldn’t believe him… so why bother writing anything down? Why even bother listening? Clearly, Sarla knew what she was doing far more than anyone else did, and to pretend that he had the authority to declare whether or not she had “learned her lessons well”, or whatever was on the grading grid, was downright lunacy when the results clearly visible were so ridiculously beyond anything anyone had ever seen.
To act like he had any degree of authority was a waste of time, and thus, the supervisor merely… lay. He surrendered, giving himself up to the all-enveloping warmth of the hyper-goddess he was on top of, figuring that if he couldn’t understand her, then at least he could experience her like everyone else was. To her credit, Sarla did notice that the person in charge of giving her a grade had, for some reason, begun to sink in between her breasts… eventually, at least. She went on at great length on the subject of cosmic strings and whether or not one’s vibrational frequency could affect the longevity of any given hyper-structure through the application of graviton manipulation before she realised that the person she was talking to was very much not listening anymore.
As befitting her typical approach to most things, Sarla’s reaction was to profusely apologise for having “rambled on”, then fish the poor guy out and show him where the door was after making sure there were no more questions; just to make it even worse on the man, right before the threshold was sealed shut again, she quite earnestly and genuinely asked him to “put in a good word” with the bureaucracy, her worried face making it look as if she was actually concerned she might’ve been seen as not doing enough. For the supervisor, whose reaction to the entire trip was to sit there and stare at the gateway, wondering what had happened to lead him to that of all possible presents, it was at last a moment of peace and quiet where he could get his thoughts back in order; this was, of course, quickly interrupted by a large group of maintenance techs barraging him with questions about what the hell they had seen on the readings, why the damned door was acting so weirdly, and why the supervisor himself was suddenly a lot thicker and seemingly heavy-packaged.
He, of course, had no answers; instead, the god chose to get up and walk away, consciously avoiding thinking about what had just happened as he threw the report clipboard onto the nearest desk and commanded the clerk behind it to “do whatever” before heading off to take a long, cold shower and forget about everything that happened. In the meantime, the door remained… closed, for a given meaning of the word. It was certainly locked, and to be locked meant that it also had to be closed, but anyone looking at it could still perfectly tell what was on the other side; no one bothered to say anything, because to do so would be to admit that it was actually real, as opposed to a very convenient collective hallucination that everyone just happened to be suffering from. Just as long as the polite fiction that everything was fine was kept up, then everyone could carry on pretending that they weren’t seeing the exponentially-higher amounts of energy seeping through the cracks and infecting anyone who got too close to the door, not to mention the inordinate amounts of moaning and wet slurping emanating from within.
One thing was for certain: no one wanted to be the next one in for the second evaluation, not after the first one was made public and the horrifying truth was laid bare. The entire bureaucracy was split down the middle between those who believed the report was true and those who insisted it had to be false, and even those groups further splintered depending on frankly irrelevant minutiae such as “intent” or “falsifiability”. Meanwhile, those who had to work closest with the gateways knew for a fact that whatever was on the other side was well beyond anything they had seen or dealt with it before, and even worse, they weren’t even the ones keeping it stable; something else from the other side was maintaining the connection, which should be impossible given that the thresholds were one-way only without the proper permissions, and gods were not allowed to leave their assigned universe until they were either done with the assignment or screwed it up so badly that it needed a reset.
Sadly, neither option was true, and yet for some reason there was a two-way connection maintained perfectly and without any instability whatsoever, though strangely enough, no one ever tried to use it. A handful of garbled messages came from within, but these were so few and far between that no one really paid much heed to them; it wasn’t until a second supervisor was finally found that the bureaucracy would be made aware of the true extent of their folly, when the divine vixen hooked the clipboard to her belt, touched the doorknob on the gateway, and promptly vanished from sight.
Preliminary analysis revealed that her signature was still somewhere inside Sarla’s universe… but not much else. No one lifted a finger to help her, not the least of which because they knew that whatever was waiting for them on the other side of that door couldn’t possibly be good news. They would never know what the vixen saw, staring down at what was, unmistakably, the sum total of all the mass in the universe concentrated in one gargantuan mega-structure at the “centre” of it all. They would never see billions of galaxies linked together with dark matter strands, kept from flying away from one another or collapsing into a singularity by way of technology too advanced for even the gods themselves to understand. They would not see the multiple layers of ringworlds wrapped around the globular structure, each one carrying sextillions of lives, each one possessed of more mass than most superclusters, each one but one level in a supra-structure that anyone with the correct theoretical background would recognize as a Matrioshka Brain… just one scaled up to several times the size one should be.
A computational device, big enough to envelop the sum total of everything that existed, albeit with the benefit of the latter having been concentrated in about the same volume as a regular galaxy cluster; in the middle of it all, countless hyperlanes and literal physical holes constructed from exotic matter and maintaining a permanent warp tunnel between the biggest hubs in the universal community. They would not see the new race of proto-gods that the goddess Sarla had helped to ascend, the improved forms of millions of civilizations, made more perfect and glorious through direct exposure to the titaness. They would not see as the previously mortal souls were transformed into something different, a hybrid between regular lifeforms and the ones that inhabited the pantheon, yet somehow… better.
Through the union of two soul forms they became a greater one, a third kind of state of being whose inherent potential was greater, perhaps, than even the gods themselves… though certainly not their creator. For while their universe might have been wrangled and brought to heel, its laws made to obey those who once obeyed them, there yet remained one entity that ruled above all others, one creature whose might and power was such that it made everything else pale in comparison, yet never wielded this power for anything other than the further exaltation of those that she governed over. At no point did she use this immense power to actually affect anything other than in any way her little ones asked; at no point did she impose her authority, despite being more than capable of doing so. At no point, in fact, did Sarla do anything that wouldn’t in some way further the advancement of her people, which in turn led to their adoration of her growing exponentially as the population steadily climbed and added digits onto itself, creating a self-sustaining process that led to the goddess herself transforming into… something else entirely.
It was hard to pin down what she might be, given that the Zigzagoon was in no way anything or anyone normal anymore; she wasn’t a goddess like others were, not even remotely, not with the power she wielded and the immense wellspring of divine might that was her soul. Her girth, as well, the sheer magnitude of it was so inconceivable that it boggled the mind, enough so that the vixen supervisor actually tried to leave that instance of reality just to check if she’d gone in the right one, only to be stopped by the gravitational pull of Sarla… or, at least, the parts of her that were visible.
It was incredibly difficult to “see” the goddess, on account of her apparently existing in multiple different dimensions at once, most of which didn’t even exist within that instance of reality, yet somehow had wormed their way in regardless. Dimensions which even other, top gods were wary to experiment with, given how easy it was to collapse entire universes if the variables were just on the wrong side of one specific line. Despite this, Sarla weaved them around and without herself with as much elegance as a dancer would leap and twirl across a stage, doing it so effortlessly that one might expect her to not even realise she was doing it at all.
Hence, when the vixen looked towards her, they would at one time see the Zigzagoon in her “entirety”, then merely one layer of her body, then just a single nipple, then a singular eye, unblinking and covering the entire cosmic horizon, and everything in between and outside it, as long as their mind could formulate it. Sarla was a presence more than anything, a disembodied thing that happened to project a semi-physical avatar whose form was beyond that of even the highest of divinities, a presence whose imprint managed to swell the vixen goddess up so considerably that, by the time she took note of what was happening, she was already star-sized… and quickly growing further to boot!
There was no way to stop it (not that she wanted it), and before long the supervisor had been taken by a growth spurt so immensely overwhelming that she blanked out entirely; in the back of her head, she had the faintest notion of who was talking to her, the vaguest idea that there was someone there waiting to welcome her to this new existence, to a new level of deific perfection that had remained, up until then, the exclusive purview of They Who Sat Before, the mythical creator deity. Now though? Now there was Sarla… and she wanted to share. Now there was the Zigzagoon, and just as she had turned her universe into a perpetual paradise for those who lived within it, so too would she extend this blessing to the rest of the gods. It was only her second evaluation, and for that, the vixen could tell that the hyper-goddess was truly sorry; she should’ve done it sooner, should’ve found a way to elevate godkind beyond their own bounds without having wasted so much time.
Hell, she was so embarrassed about it that it somehow turned around and ended with her realising she hadn’t actually evolved yet, with a very flustered Zigzagoon bypassing the usual process and rushing into her final form as an Obstagoon while profusely apologising for having ignored procedure, yet also promising that she’d done everything else to the best of her ability! She should’ve done a great many things, but she did do them, she promised! She did them, and she improved on them, and she upgraded them, and now everyone could be as happy as all her little ones were! All they had to do was go through a series of a googol-stacked procedures, and once they were done, they could all be just as happy as she was. As everyone was.
As everyone should be.
Was that not the idea? Why was the vixen so scared? They were safe, there in her bosom; they just needed to sink in, and grow, and forget all about everything that wasn’t being happy and fulfilled, and fuzzy!
Sure, it took a while, but now they had eternity! And then another, and another, until all of multiversal reality shone like a bright star, with everyone at the centre of it! No kings, no gods, no thrones. Just them. All of them.
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Transverse waves are a type of wave where the particles in the medium vibrate perpendicular to the direction of the wave’s propagation.
Imagine throwing a pebble in a pond — the ripples on the water surface move outwards, but the water molecules themselves bob up and down, not along with the wave.
As mentioned earlier, the defining feature is the transverse vibration. In simpler terms, the particles move up and down or side to side as the wave travels forward.
Transverse waves form characteristic peaks and valleys. The highest point is called a crest, while the lowest point is a trough.
This refers to the maximum displacement of the particles from their resting position. Higher amplitude means larger peaks and valleys, signifying more energy carried by the wave.
This is the distance between two consecutive crests (or troughs) of the wave. It represents the spatial extent of one complete cycle of the wave.
This refers to the number of cycles (oscillations) the wave completes per second. It is measured in Hertz (Hz) and determines the wave’s pitch (for sound waves) or color (for light waves).
Some transverse waves, like light waves, can be polarized. This means the vibrations are restricted to a specific plane perpendicular to the direction of travel.
Polarized sunglasses, for example, block unwanted glare by filtering out light with specific polarization.
This depends on the properties of the medium and the frequency of the wave. The general relationship is wave speed = wavelength x frequency.
Like other waves, transverse waves can undergo reflection (bouncing off a barrier), refraction (bending when entering a different medium), and diffraction (spreading out around obstacles).
Longitudinal waves, in contrast, have the particles of the medium vibrating parallel to the direction of wave propagation.
Imagine pushing a slinky back and forth — the wave moves forward, but the individual coils compress and expand along the same direction.
1. Particle Movement
While transverse waves have up-and-down or side-to-side motion, longitudinal waves have compression and expansion along the wave’s direction.
Examples of transverse waves include water waves, light waves, and radio waves.
Examples of longitudinal waves include sound waves and seismic P-waves.
No, transverse waves typically require a medium for propagation and cannot travel through a vacuum.
Polarized sunglasses selectively block certain orientations of light waves, reducing glare and improving visibility, thanks to the polarization property of transverse waves.
Understanding wave properties, including those of transverse waves, is crucial in designing and optimizing various engineering systems, such as communication networks, seismic monitoring devices, and medical imaging technologies.
Yes, electromagnetic waves, including light and radio waves, exhibit transverse wave behavior, with electric and magnetic fields oscillating perpendicular to the direction of wave travel.
Transverse waves involve particle motion perpendicular to the wave’s direction, while longitudinal waves feature oscillations parallel to the wave propagation.
This fundamental difference influences their behavior and applications in different contexts. | EDUCATION |
Things went down about as quickly as they’d gone up, a descriptor that fit just as well metaphorically as it did literally. After the resounding success of the galaxy’s very first “organic mining detonation” propelled Baha and his attending mining team to stardom, everyone involved in the operation assumed, perhaps rightly so, that things could only get better from there; with the horse’s package having been left with a significant upgrade to its overall size and him clearly needing to vent just as much as before, preparations began to transport the company’s latest golden goose to the next place where they could put their unique talents to good use. Along with him went the rest of the team, whose complete and utter disregard for corporate policy and simple health and safety regulations had paid off so much that most of them were being paid at least twice as much as before, even if the company reps had to give them an obligatory dressing down right before the pay raise.
With luxury accommodations constructed to house Baha during his downtime (while conveniently making the room also be a firing dome like before), and much better premises built for the rest of the technicians and miners, the stage was set for yet another successful detonation, this one deliberately built to take advantage of the horse’s power: rather than a backwater mining operation in the middle of literal nowhere, the team had been moved to a high-value asteroid field near the galactic center, one supposedly abundant in a special kind of opal that currently fetched an absurd price on the jeweling market. Finesse and care were required in equal measure to brute force, for not only were the precious stones incredibly fragile and prone to shattering at the slightest wrong turn, but they were also only commonly found in the very core of larger asteroids, and even then only in clusters, prompting speculation that they were probably the result of some abandoned geological experiment by a long-gone civilization.
Luckily, all the necessary ingredients were there to ensure that detonation and extraction went according to plan: the raw power behind Baha’s loads would utterly shatter whatever his cum blast was pointed at, and the required degree of concern for fault lines would be best served by a team that had to learn how to control someone like the horse, on the fly, without anything resembling a technical manual. In fact, so convinced was the company that this plan would go off without a hitch that they allowed the team to work at their leisure, much like before, believing that this would be the best solution for handling the problem at hand; and, if everything had gone exactly like it did previously, this would’ve been the correct decision.
Sadly, however, there was one element among the many needed to make things proceed perfectly that refused to work the way it was supposed to, a single element that threw everyone’s calculations out the window and stalled the entire operation for the foreseeable future: Baha’s arousal… or lack thereof. While the horse had taken a significant amount of time to wind down from the first asteroid cracking, needing several days just to return to anything resembling any kind of normality, they underwent an odd transformation as the weeks passed in between the company finding out about the team’s insane plan and them being assigned to this new job; namely, despite the fact that Baha now had access to the best luxuries that money could buy, and about as many amenities as he could think to request for the sake of keeping him satisfied, he just couldn’t get hard.
Perhaps it was the logical consequence of him being left with a pair of balls that, by default, already dragged along the ground, as well as a dick big enough that he could use it for a body pillow: maybe, as the techies thought, him being so large meant that the amount of stimulation needed to get him back to full mast like before would need to be proportionately higher, a terrifying thought if there ever was one. Baha himself seemed thoroughly nonplussed with the whole thing, however, and would’ve been perfectly fine with living for some time without having to worry about his excessive productivity, were it not for the unfortunate fact that the company had invested a truly staggering amount of money (and placed an equally high amount of trust) on him… and not just with the frankly ludicrously over-decorated condo-like room he was given to stay in.
Regular mining operations were halted in preparation for his next release, operations which had been immensely profitable up until the point where the company found out about what him and his team did, so if it turned out it was a one-hit wonder, they would all most likely be saddled with the bills for the market losses. Seeing as how they were already behind schedule by the point where something new was tried, and how the precious stones were bordering on the obscenely expensive, the resulting penalty would be big enough that the team would either end up as perpetual debt slaves or they’d be squeezed for every penny by some galactic court before being thrown out into the streets… and he couldn’t afford that.
For someone with his unique needs, even if they weren’t exactly apparent at the time, Baha needed constant support, and not the cheap kind either; what would happen if he was left mostly empty until the court proceedings were done with, and then returned to his old state? How was he supposed to handle multiple gallons of cum every hour rather than just the one or two a day he was unfortunately, and inexplicably, cursed with? To say nothing of the many lives ruined beyond his own; the mining team brought in from the last asteroid cracking was at least a hundred-strong, with plenty of them having families they had to feed and provide for, turning the whole thing into an incredibly potent source of stress for the horse, and likely serving to explain his sudden lack of productivity to a great degree.
It wasn’t any better for the rest of the miners, who were left in a state of near-perpetual panic for as long as their one salvation refused to perform as well as they had previously; a couple of the foremen even caught themselves thinking of Baha like some sort of breeder animal, like a mindless thing that served only to fulfill a quota, before pulling themselves back from lines of thinking that would only end in disaster. No, it was clear that for a problem of that caliber, similarly-themed solutions were required, and thus, if the horse needed far higher stimulation than before, they would just need to find it; luckily, a couple of the younger miners on the team, though initially reluctant to share their thoughts, were eventually coaxed into revealing that they’d been discussing the possibility of inviting someone they called “Madam Sorana”, a “very famous” sorceress-turned-porn star who was making the rounds on the adult entertainment circles after a number of successful movie appearances propelled her into (relative) stardom.
Much friendly ribbing was had when they were asked how they knew of such a person, and absolutely no explanations were given, only what was thought to matter: namely, that this sorceress’ specialty was in milk and lactation, having improved her own body through both magic and copious amounts of genemodding to be able to produce truly staggering amounts of cream, and potent one as well; though most of it was probably just movie magic or the plot working because it had to, it was still said that her lactic produce was so strong that it could drive any man who drank it to instantly cum his brains out, which served perfectly well for the purposes of their operation, and, above all, could probably be noted down as business expense given what sort of unorthodox methods the “organic detonation” relied upon.
After some minor arguing on the part of their accounting staff, who initially refused to do the legwork required to justify bringing a literal porn star to their workplace on official matters (believing, perhaps rightfully, that the company would destroy them if they did such a thing and it leaked into the press), it was decided: Sorana would be contacted and offered a full stay at the mining site in Baha’s room, as well as given generous compensation for her time lost handling a “delicate matter”; the team made sure to fill the missive with as much flattering, flowery language as possible, in an attempt at impressing upon the sorceress how important it was that she offer her assistance, and how much they were relying on her to do so, while trying not to sound too desperate, for fear that she might not agree.
As standard communication methods were too likely to be discovered by snooping IT staff, a trusted member of the team was given a safe pass to go home on “medical leave”, along with a physical letter to deliver to the office of the sorceress; hopefully, once Madame Sorana (or her agent, at least) received the request, it would just be a matter of time… and so they waited. Days passed without any sort of reply, prompting fears that their missive was either ignored or had never reached its destination, despite the team member entrusted with the task assuring the rest of his coworkers that he had walked right up to the listed address and dropped the damned thing in the marked mailbox; all the while, Baha remained as impassive and unaroused as before, lacking any of the manic, frantic sexual energy that had characterized him right up until he busted a load strong enough to crack an asteroid open.
When the speculation that this might’ve been “too much” for their body to handle began to spread, the existential dread that had permeated most of the team’s mind thickened considerably, leaving them all to wonder what the future held for them once their company bosses showed up demanding an explanation as to why they weren’t drowning in profits from all the extracted opals. When the on-site doctors began to echo this sentiment, openly theorizing that the strain placed on the horse’s body might very well have stunted their productivity for the near future, everyone was pushed to the edge, so much so that discussion on the subject was outright banned by the foremen in charge of the project until further notice.
Nevertheless, the entire team was close to giving up entirely, until one day when their spaceport crew reported that an unidentified shuttle was approaching the mining site at high speed. Prompted by fears that the company had finally sent someone to ask uncomfortable questions, those at the forefront of the hierarchy immediately began pointing fingers, spending valuable time playing the blame game while those manning the actual landing pad were treated to a spectacle far different from the one their superiors were terrified of: rather than a stuffy, bored-looking bureaucrat with a briefcase full of subpoenas, they instead had a gaudy, brightly-coloured craft cross through the atmospheric force field leading down into the landing bay, one emblazoned with a very familiar name on one side, along with what they could only assume was an exaggerated artistic rendering of this sorceress that everyone had been talking about… at least until the sorceress herself popped open one of the passenger doors on the ship in just the right spot so she was directly next to the artistic rendition of her, and everyone present realized that, if anything, the drawing undersold the reality of the situation.
As one, they were all made privy to just why the team had decided to call a porn star over to their workplace, because if her mere presence was enough to make so many pants tight and wet, then who knew what she could do once she got her hands on Baha himself! They could barely contain themselves as the bear walked down the deployed ramp, seemingly moving in such a way as to deliberately heighten the amount of jiggle produced by each motion, until her whole body was akin to one big, burly hunk of gelatin that promised endlessly warm smothering to anyone brave enough to just ask… not that anyone would, of course, knowing as they did that the sorceress had come for Baha and not some lowly assistant working the landing pads.
This made it exceedingly difficult to resist when Sorana walked up to the very same people who were stuck to their spots mumbling to themselves and openly drooling, her already-colossal breasts appearing to become larger with every foot of empty space she cleared; by the time she was on top of them, making her twelve-foot-tall frame all-but evident, her tits very nearly covered most of her front down from her collarbone to just below the waist, and judging from the heavy sloshing coming from within, were stuffed with milk just waiting to be freely given. All she had to do was politely ask for directions to the administrative room for everyone around her to melt, falling onto the nearest flat surface (most of the techies landing on the ground rather than a chair) before they could actually provide an answer; the bear, for what it was worth, didn’t seem at all fazed by this, simply repeating the question until someone lazily pointed a finger towards one of the airlocks, then bending down and utterly smushing the lucky bastard between her breasts for a few moments, straining her already-stretched bra as she did so, before turning around and heading out of the landing pad.
Wherever she passed, everything stopped; it didn’t matter if it was someone with an exosuit carrying several times their body weight in construction materials or a random paper-pusher with a single sheet on their hands, nor did it matter what particular sexual predilection, if any, the person happened to be given by nature. With someone like the bear, like the very real and obviously very powerful sorceress, their mere presence alone was enough to instill a healthy amount of trepidation, and a sense of respect for someone who dominated whatever room they happened to be in… and, given their size, made their presence known from far enough away that the foremen in the admin room had a couple of minutes’ worth of time to prepare before their door was practically burst open by a bear too big for them to really come to terms with. C
learly, if anyone was to solve their problem, if anyone had the ability to take Baha and send him careening straight over the edge and into the realm of blissful climax, it had to be Sorana; if not her, then it would be literally impossible to fix their problem, and then they’d have to lawyer up.
“A good day to you, fine gentlemen,” the bear spoke up, her voice surprisingly gentle for someone as tall as the room was, “I was led to believe you needed my expert touch?”
The answer was yes, obviously, but when confronted with a giantess on the caliber of that bear, none of the foremen in the room had the mental fortitude required to form coherent words (hell, thoughts were hard enough as it was), leaving them to stumble over themselves as they looked around for any excuse to pass the buck onto the person nearest to them. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sorana herself, who pulled up three chairs together and sat down, waiting for the spectacle to die down just enough that she could finally get some proper directions; that this led to the improvised seat groaning loudly enough to be heard outside the room only made the flustering even worse, and soon enough the group of taskmasters that had spent most of their time enforcing some semblance of order with an iron fist were turned into putty in the sorceress’ hands, to be reshaped and moulded to her convenience.
Though she was aware of this, the most enjoyable part of the experience was that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose; her presence alone was more often enough to lead to these bouts of deranged behavior, requiring her intervention if she wanted to get anything done. To that end, the bear cleared her throat and waited until her hosts quieted down before asking where she was supposed to go, to which one foreman instinctively pointed at a holographic map of the mining site, letting the Madame know exactly where she was needed; with the one piece of information she required firmly committed to memory, Sorana thus got back up and began the journey over to where Baha was waiting for her.
It was only after the mini-giantess left the admin room that the men inside of it remembered that none of them had ever told the horse what was supposed to happen, leaving Baha to be completely blindsided by the appearance of a behemoth of an ursine wizardess without so much as a hint that anything out of the ordinary would happen that day. Even worse, though most of the mining team was made privy to Sorana’s presence, either directly by way of seeing her or hearing the heavy footsteps reverberating through the metallic hallways, or indirectly via the rampant spreading of rumours that began the moment she left the landing bay, Baha himself would never know until it was too late; his personal room was padded with acoustic foam, a request on the part of the equine himself, who, much to the surprise of everyone, appreciated his peace and quiet if given the chance.
Thus, while the rest of the complex was made increasingly aware of Sorana’s presence, Baha remained blissfully ignorant of just what he was about to go through until his doom knocked at his door, prompting him to get up and drag himself over, one eyebrow raised as he had no clue who might be calling on him at such an odd hour; on sliding it open, however, on being given the answer, his one reaction was utter shock, for even though he might’ve spent the last few days in a detached, slightly apathetic state, he was not yet fully gone to the point where he wouldn’t react to a pair of doorway-blocking tits like the ones he was seeing before him. Trying to explain them away would be pointless, as would be attempting to forget they were there and chalking it up to an hallucination; odd that these would be his first thoughts, perhaps as a result of knowing full well that no sequence of events that could’ve led those things to him would ever spell anything good for him.
If he was looking at breasts that big, then something happened and the mining team had made some very weird decisions on his behalf, decisions that he wanted to be mad at for not being included in, and yet couldn’t rightly complain, given that he was given a gift that very few people could ever even imagine. He instinctively moved back when he saw the colossal bust try to squeeze its way in, figuring that it would be far better for his personal safety if he simply allowed whoever was on the other side to walk right in without offering the slightest bit of resistance; on seeing just who the person was, however, Baha immediately put every puzzle piece into place, a moment of epiphanic revelation that allowed him to glean the fullest extent of his coworkers’ plans.
Granted, they weren’t all that complicated to begin with, but considering the state the horse was in, that he could connect the dots so quickly and absent any hints was nothing if not a respectable achievement. With a smile, he kept walking backwards, nearly tripping over his engorged sack as he landed back on the large chair he’d taken to lounging on for hours at a time. Madame Sorana, a face that was perhaps embarrassingly familiar to Baha, smiled down at the poor, clearly unsatisfied horse she was invited to “take care of”; she wasn’t without her own talents, and though the young man’s problem was entirely physical in nature, her acute senses picked up on what the main issue was: clearly, the mining team hadn’t tried hard enough, especially with someone that had a package of that size.
Clearly, what Baha needed was an expert touch, her expert touch, one that could only come through vast amounts of accumulated experience, one that could make even the sturdiest, most resistant of lovers break into tiny little pieces once it was done; quite fortuitously, it also happened that the horse was actually big enough to take her full might, a rarity in those times, even with genemodding being as popular as it was. As she stripped down, offering not a single word but plenty of sly smiles and deliberately provocative angles at which she bent down, all the sorceress could think of were the myriad of sub-par lovers who she had to deal with for the purposes of filming, the endless cavalcade of would-be breeders who needed help from temporary boosters and a whole lot of editing in post just to look even remotely comparable to her own, perfectly natural (if magically-augmented) size… and even then she was still known as a giantess regardless!
Yet here was a man, a true breeder whose potency was such that he could barely take a step without dragging his nuts along on the ground, one whose cock, even at its smallest and most flaccid, would give most modern porn stars a run for their money. Indeed, as she approached him properly, doing her best to loom over the (comparatively) diminutive thing in order to further accentuate her already-enormous size, the one thing in the sorceress’ mind was whether or not she would break first; after all, this glorious horse had cracked open an asteroid with his load alone, and while they seemed oddly unresponsive to having a giantess like herself walk up to them, she was certain it was just a temporary affair. Indeed, all it really took was for her to forgo any sense of decency and any notion of foreplay, dropping her tits directly onto Baha’s lap, for him to spring back into action; like time had been rewound, the horse was immediately at full mast, his brow dripping with sweat and the room filling with the sounds of gurgling as his cum factories’ production kickstarted once again, back to full-blown manufacture and strong enough to overpower the milk sloshing inside of the bear’s breasts.
To say that Sorana was surprised at such a sudden change would be an understatement, but if there was anything she prided herself on, it was her ability to adapt, and within seconds she had adjusted her position to better straddle that growing pair of nuts, such that she could work the bulging, bloating sack using her hips and ass, while also keeping Baha’s cock firmly lodged in her cleavage… and one of her nipples pushed into his mouth. Would that she could put both of them, then the two of them could’ve seen just how far they could go, but alas, there was only so much room in there, and with her tits being so much larger than most of her newest lover’s body, Sorana had to make some sacrifices; thankfully, she had as much cream as she could need just in a single mound, and could very easily use her free hand to milk the other one while also applying pressure to keep the titfuck going in earnest.
It was an odd position to be in: Baha leaning back, one tit pushed so hard against his face that it was practically subsumed completely by its plushness, Sorana sitting on him looking incredibly disproportionate, yet oddly motherly at the same time; there was an element of tenderness to it all, to the way she gently emptied her left mound into the horse’s throat, the way she carefully drained her other one, all while rhythmically rolling her hips to grind against the base of her lover’s shaft and and the increasingly large pair of cumtanks underneath her. This had the predictable effect of kicking off a series of alarms back in the admin room, catching everyone thoroughly off-guard, as they had expected whatever the bear did to at least take more than just five minutes.
With the gauges going off the scale and the blaring lights blinding anyone who looked too closely at them, the entire mining team was mobilized to prepare for the next detonation; seeing as Baha’s room had been constructed to specification, the foremen in charge of the asteroid cracking made sure to add a few extras to it, mostly based around the improvised design they used back at their last job. The goal was to let the horse live in relative luxury while preparing for their next assignment, at which point they just could have their cock put in place while the entire room rotated into place, aiming him where he would be best served; it was, in many respects, a repeat of the previous detonation, only with an assembly that wasn’t ramshackle and built on the sly, giving the technicians some incredibly precious time to prepare… time they lost when they were forced to scramble from complete inactivity, not being aware that the sorceress had already begun her work.
It was made even harder when dozens of people marched straight into Baha’s room in full protective gear, knowing that they had precious few minutes in which to get everything ready, only to be confronted with the sight of an enormous, massively-stacked bear breastfeeding their lucky coworker while his cock and balls grew far in excess to what they had previously in only a fraction of the time. Even the most affected of the techies could tell that they had effectively lost their chance to do things properly, and it was this urgency that let them operate without succumbing to the need to drop down and pleasure themselves while staring at the middle of the room… at least, not for some time.
Seconds, that’s how long they lasted, seconds in which they did whatever they could and then turned around and demanded they be replaced, creating a rotation where the hallway outside Baha’s room was cramped with a series of replacement workers who would go in, adjust that colossus of a rod a few inches, and then pass the proverbial baton until such a point as the shaft was in its proper place. The sorceress, to her credit, realized what was going to happen and suitably slowed down, hoping both to make the exposure to her work slightly more bearable and buy a few precious minutes for the team before Baha inevitably exploded with a strength far surpassing his first asteroid cracking; no one present quite knew how long it took for them to prepare the horse, only that, by the time they did, they were all sweating like open faucets inside their protective suits, unable to even breathe properly as the ambient temperature had spiked to such a high level that they all felt like melting just to get away from the pain and discomfort.
But they had done it, and that’s what mattered; they successfully hooked Baha’s dick to the ceiling port, and now all that was missing was the control room adjusting the angle at which it would fire. With one of the foremen shouting one final warning at the bear to hold onto something, the door to the horse’s room-slash-firing chamber was closed, maglocked, and hermetically sealed, the team rushing down the hallway to get as far away as they could, knowing as they did that there was always a non-zero chance that things might go dreadfully wrong.
It was all they could do to just spin the metaphorical wheel and hope to whatever god they prayed to that it wouldn’t all go to hell; at the very least, things were built in such a way that the entire mining base didn’t start creaking like bent metal as Baha was slowly swivelled into position, though the bearings on the rotational gyros were reporting levels of stress that theoretically shouldn’t be possible given what they knew of the horse’s productivity levels… all the more reason to hurry up and make sure everything was in its proper place.
Within the room, just barely hanging on for dear life as she scowled at not being warned properly of what was going to happen to the entire room around her, the sorceress had one final trick up her sleeve. Just as her milk pouring down Baha’s throat left the guy’s cock thicker and longer with each gulp, the small bulge going down from his mouth and vanishing below his collarbone being replicated a hundredfold between his legs, so too did its potency ensure that his balls swelled and bloated with additional seed. However, unbeknownst to anyone at the mining base, what the horse was drinking was her regular stuff, the unmodified, normal milk that she just naturally produced; the substance that had built the many rumours surrounding her was still to come, because it required active manipulation on the sorceress’ party… which is to say, a simple fingersnap, at which point the flow of cream not only doubled in quantity, but thickened so considerably that Baha’s eyes went wide at what felt like ice-cream being forced down his mouth and directly into his nuts.
The pressure immediately spiked to insurmountable levels, every piece of clothing on the horse’s body being torn apart as his muscles bulged out from the infusion of energy, the metal ring holding his cock in place bent once again as the shaft gained foot after foot, and his balls impacted the side of his room hard enough to leave a dent… and hard enough to trigger his release.
From the outside, the bulging cocktip was dry and empty in one moment, and then every piece of camera equipment for a good mile around went offline as the shockwave thoroughly obliterated every delicate piece of electronics in its wake, almost tearing the mining base itself off the asteroid it was built on. In one moment there was nothing, and in the next, a thick line of white stretched from the outside of the firing chamber all the way to, through and beyond the asteroid it was meant to crack open.
In one moment, the horse’s load had managed to once again carve out a cylinder of empty space through its target, forcing the asteroid to split into multiple pieces that began drifting away from one another… but it didn’t stop there. Far from being out in the boonies, the asteroid cluster was in a system filled with small planets and their moons, which the company believed were entirely safe… until, that is, that singular blast of cum cleared the several light-seconds between its origin and one of the uninhabited rocky moons on the nearest planet at close to c, directly impacting it, piercing through its surface, and utterly destroying it as the full force of the collision was released within its core.
Chunks. That’s all that was left of it.
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The girl just nodded not looking up and held his dear friend tightly while harry cried. After what seemed like an eternity the golden boy stopped crying while others watched them with sad smiles and adoration.
Then the girl twisted his ear "Ouch- that hurts." "And it should be, what were you thinking HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Portraits watched the interaction eagerly while Albus out nowhere took out a goblet full of popcorns
" going to forbbiden forest alone." "Aani listen-" "Don't Aani me you bloody moron gryffindore-" "Language miss Klein-" "Don't get me started on you sir!" the girl snapped at snape while Albus ate pop corns and harry snickered, she hit him and twisted his ear "Stop laughing why didn't you tell me about you being horcurx huh? we would have researched something but no the great saint selfless bloody gryffindore Harry Potter had to play the hero!" and again hit him
"You know How I felt when that noseless git Voldymoldy said tha you-yo-you died! I f-fel-felt I can't breathe, -" she couldn't say anymore as tears formed in her blue eyes and this time harry held her till she cried
"I am sorry, I know I shouldn't have done that but I was scared and didn't have wish to live af-after R-R-Ron and He-Hermione died." "Oh Harry!" she again hugged her friend.
After some time when both had cried and gain control they stood up when Harry took out his old broken wand and repaired it with elder wand. "I think I should keep it here so that no one will gain this wand." "No Harry I think you should keep all three hallows." said Albus
"But Professor-" "I know harry what you are trying to say, but I have my faith in you that you will never make the mistakes that I made besides it belong to you as peverell brothers were your ancestor and it's not everyday that you become master of death" Albus said with smile
"What?" "Yes you are master of death harry, because you embraced the death and come back, and hallows are gift to peverell brothers so please harry keep the wand with you." harry sighed in defeat but then smile "I will professor, I will never abuse it's power."
"We shall go harry." said his friend "alright Ariana, goodbye professor snape, goodbye grandpa we shall meet again." "bye Pops." and both left the room, while albus smiled at them and whispered "bye my boy and little aura."
<u><b>1 MONTH LATER </b></u>
"catch them, don't let Potter boy escape!." cried one of the man, as he casted spell on harry who nearly dodged it when a hand grabbed his and pulled him into ally and apparated. When he opened his eyes he saw Ariana looking all bruised, her hair were mess her dress was dirty and blood was trickling down her face.
tears stung harry's eyes as he touched her face "I am sorry Aani because of me you get into this mess too." She brushed his hand away and both stood up and pain stung his heart when he saw the location they were. It was burrow, but the house was destroyed, the house was now pile of ashes. Tears rolled down his cheek.
"Let's go harry before they catches us." said Ariana and dragged him to nearby forest. At night when Ariana was making food for them, harry just sat there looking at stars emotionlessly. How he become the next dark lord or reincarnation of Voldemort. The people whom he fought, lost his family, friend and his love of life Ginny, Ginny! even her thought bring tears in his eyes,
First Ron died with Dobby while protecting Hermione by Sectumsempra curse. Harry still remember that night, the sight of his best friend who always said that he will become his best man when he marry ginny, laying on ground in his own pool of blood.
Hermione and him trying to stop bleeding while Ariana tried to use the counter curse but to no avail, and Ron expressing his love to Hermione who sat beside him crying. Ron dying in his lover embrace while hermione cried.
Then Hermione his know-it-all friend, Whose scream still haunt him. She died the most panful death when they went in room of requirement for diadem when stupid crabbe cast the <b>Fiendfyre</b>, but didn't know how to control it. He summon the broom and get out of there with draco while hermione was behind him but all of sudden her broom started shaking violently and she fell in the fire and he couldn't do anything.
Then Ginny and other Weasleys, who died for him, it happened after the war when some purebloods took over ministry and juries like Umbridge and fudge took the position, the new minister former death eater Lucious Malfoy called harry a murderer and said that he broke many rules while on run from ministry. He even proved that he was evil, next dark lord because he was a parseltongue and a horcrux.
And some pure bloods even took credit for his work, and said that he was the next dark lord and will be sentenced azakaban, when Percy Weasley shot a stunner at the guards who approached to Harry to arrest him
And Arthur joined his son with his wife Molly, while others took him outside. But those cruel death eaters used the killing curse on Percy then Arthur and then Molly who came between him and the curse while Harry screamed tried to go there but older Weasley held him while fighting their own tears.
They all landed on burrow, where they grieved for their brother and parents, Harry couldn't believe what happened and decided that he will leave the burrow as soon as he can.
That night another attack happened by the snatchers. Yes the group was still activated, they all tried their best to save themselves but in the end older brothers were caught while Ginny, him and Ariana fled away.
They apparated near muggle colony but snatchers were still on hot tail, and they had a fight, Harry and Ariana took care of most snatchers but then the last one who sent a dangerous spell towards Harry.
Ginny whose wand broke saw it and took it for Harry, and her screams echoed through the silent street. Ariana killed the last snatcher and Harry who kneels down to Ginny was trying to figure out which spell had hit his love.
The spell was unknown and Ginny was screaming as her blood was boiling but it wasn't blood boiling curse, her bones started to break her skin started to melt and she started to cough blood. Harry and Ariana did everything they could but the curse was unknown and as the time passed she took her last breath saying
"Harry, I love you! But sorry I can't stay with you anymore... Don't blame yourself it was my decision, promise me you will live your life and find love again Harry! bye my love." Harry was heartbroken he lost everything that day and he screamed at top if his lungs and hugged the lifeless body of his love.
"Harry! Harry!" Ariana broke his train of thoughts "what happened?" "Dinner is ready!" "Oh!" He answered and ate some food, him and Ariana were on run as Ariana was something they call dark.
After dinner Harry went to sleep while Ariana guarded, but after one or two hours he was awoken by her screams "Harry run!" He ran outside and saw around 100 snatchers attacking their tent but Ariana was holding them back.
"No I am not going." He said as he shot a spell to a snatcher, the fight 2 against 100 began, Ariana who was still weak used her magic and killed many snatchers, some died by fire while others were killed by rocks,
Harry took down bunch of snatchers while protecting his friend who was still injured, Ariana casted spell after spell when a spell hit Harry stunning him, the snatcher made his way to grab him but Ariana sent a cutting hex to him,
It was a long fight, Ariana was disarmed by a creepy looking man whose hair was black and long and had sharp yellow teeth, he looked at her with glee in his eyes
Ariana screamed as she was crucio by that man while Harry saw this all suddenly his magic snapped, lashing out and suddenly the snatchers around him felt suffocated by the dark magic around them, the man who crucio Ariana took out a knife and stabbed her in stomach.
Harry's magic lashed out dangerously around the man who suddenly felt the dark magic surrounding him, he stabed Ariana again in the chest when Harry angers knew no boundaries and he screamed and the man died at the spot spitting blood.
He was feeling dizzy when something like sand surrounded both of them, and that time Harry thought of riddle for first time feeling how he would have felt when war was going on. And that was the last thing he remembered when he blacked out.
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HOPE YOU LIKE THE CHAPTER, IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING SO PLEASE IGNORE MY MISTAKES.
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Inclusive education is a new way of thinking about the relationship between students with and without disabilities in school. It’s based on the idea that all students should be given access to the same educational opportunities.
It’s important to remember that inclusive education isn’t just about putting students with disabilities into general education classes and hoping for the best. It’s also not a one-size-fits-all solution. It takes careful planning and a true commitment to creating an environment where all children can learn.
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Inclusive education is about more than just providing access to education for all students. It’s also about ensuring that each student has the best possible educational experience based on their individual needs and strengths. The following activities will help you explore this concept further, so you can create a classroom environment that supports all of your students.
The Inclusive Education Curriculum aims to help teachers learn to address the needs of students with disabilities and those from diverse cultural backgrounds through innovative teaching practices. The curriculum includes a series of courses, resources, and workshops for teachers, administrators, teacher educators, and policy makers that help them craft policies and classroom practices that support inclusive education.
This program helps educators create welcoming environments for all students by providing them with the tools they need to integrate learning objectives into curricula. It also provides them with information on how to make their classrooms accessible to all learners, regardless of disability or cultural background.
The curriculum was developed in collaboration with academics from around the world. The development process included extensive consultations with experts from various fields including education, psychology, sociology, anthropology and linguistics as well as representatives from national governments and international organizations such as UNESCO.
As part of the Inclusive Education Curriculum, all students will participate in an activity called “Getting to Know You.” This activity is meant to show students that we are all different, and that having differences is okay. We want students to learn to be accepting of others and understand that their classmates may have unique needs.
To participate in this activity, fill out the attached worksheet on your own. If you do not feel comfortable answering a question, you do not have to answer it! Just draw a line through the question and write “I do not feel comfortable answering this question.”
Inclusive education is the practice of educating students with disabilities in regular classes during their primary and secondary schooling, rather than in special education classes or facilities. This approach has been shown to have many benefits for students with and without disabilities.
The first is that we believe that all students, regardless of physical, cognitive, or emotional challenges, have the right to learn in an environment that is fully inclusive. This means that they need to be able to attend schools close to their homes where they can interact with classmates who may or may not have similar challenges. It also means that they need to be able to learn skills that will enable them to participate in community activities and social functions. We believe this is important because it will allow them to build relationships with people outside of their immediate circle and expand their knowledge of the world around them.
The second principle is that teachers need training in order for them to be effective at teaching all students. This includes how to address each student’s specific needs as well as being able to work collaboratively with other staff members and administrators on any given issue related to inclusion within their classroom environment or school community as a whole. We want every teacher who works for us-and ultimately, every teacher who works for you-to feel confident about their ability before starting this job.
Inclusive classrooms are often a part of a larger continuum of services available to students within a school or district. Students may be provided with more support in the inclusion classroom, but they still have access to all school activities outside the classroom. Resource classrooms are also common and provide additional support to students during specific subjects or times throughout the day. Finally, self-contained classrooms are only available to students who require more intensive instruction than they can receive in an inclusion setting. | EDUCATION |