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Watching Him Back Ch. 03

Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh yeah?" I reply, because I'm not a complete douchebag. "Where? The mall?" "I live like two blocks away from you, dumbass. I saw you in your car." "Okay." God, I haven't been at school ten minutes and I want to hit someone. "So you and Crispin are hooking up, huh?" I wonder if I look like people do in the movies, when they go all stiff and scared shitless. I try to play it cool. "What?" Porter slams his locker shut and leans against it with a smarmy grin. "You might want to be more careful when you make out with another g...
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Working a Shift at The Milk Cafe

Author's note: All characters are 18 years of age or older. My new boobs jigged as I walked through the hallway. I didn't know which way to turn. My mind was foggy so I went down the steps and sat on the couch. It was such a strange feeling. One...two...three. I counted my breathes. My boobs were bigger. I crossed my arms underneath them and felt them over top. Where they getting bigger? I didn't know what time my parents were going to be home. Were they going to see their daughter on the couch topless like this? But I couldn't get up. I could hardly think. All I could do was feel the weight growing. They took up the space in front of me, like there were two big, hulking obstacle in the room. How much bigger could I get? My breathing picked up. Everything made me nervous. I felt very tense, like a mild panic attack was setting in. My boobs were getting really big now. They were starting to eat up all the space in front of me and cover my arms completely. I wanted to m...
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My Wife's Date Ch. 03

This is the last chapter of a cuckolding story. If that theme bothers you, please just read something else. If you enjoy it, great, if you don't, thanks for reading anyways. I do appreciate it. For those that follow me, THANK YOU. My writing plan is to finally get to the many next chapters I owe you. I have been in a "write new" space here for a while exploring different angles and different topics, but it is now time to get back to my existing stories and tell the next chapter. If you have ideas or suggestions, please send me a message thru Literotica (better than a comment here for various reasons) and let me know your thoughts. Peace, and happy reading. * * * * * I was headed to my lunch with my beautiful wife Susan, and her lover Patrick, who also happened to be the man who owns the company Susan works for. As I arrived in the parking lot I got a text from my wife. We are running late, please wait in the lobby I was going to text back, but then I reminded myself t...
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