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Jenna needed an art class for high school to fill her fine art requirement. She couldnt draw, so Art 101 was out of the question. She never played an instrument before nor cant she sing, so Band and Chorus was out of the way. So the dark haired, tan and slim girl had one last choice on the list: Computer Arts.
The class primarily taught about how art is created with using computer technology and all that. Everything from creating it on the Mac in class to printing it on the old printing press. It was a hassle for someone for Jenna, a constant texter and anonymous blogger. She barely even used the laptop she has at home. Luckily, the teacher made everything a lot simpler when he taught the instructions in class. A weirdo for sure, an old guy with white hair and wrinkles, but hes had a long experience
A Working WishThis story has effects of exchanging bodies from the neck down with a drastic differnece in size. If you don't like, don't read, thanks and have a good day. ^^
The store was beaming with excitement as all sections were being filled with shoppers. The beige tiles resonated from their many footsteps, yet it was a certain worker that seemed to bring male individuals to a section unfamiliar for them. It just so happened that one particular lady had taken on a part time job which took minimal hours out of her week, while allowing her to take advantage of those around her. Work was the last thing Jen enjoyed doing, but she loved getting paid to do nothing.
“I swear this is the easiest job ever.” Jen smirked as she strolled towards the farthest cosmetics counter located in the corner. Due to having such a huge talent, the manager had given her a forgotten section that didn’t get or need any upkeep. “I
It's catching up with youA silver Mustang pulls into the parking lot and parks in a spot near the store. The car sits still for a few minutes, and finally the sole occupant gets out, a young beautiful blonde steps out (she's wearing a red polo shirt a pair of sunglasses on her head and a pair of khaki pants with a black belt.) she casually and confidently strolls into the store. Once inside she makes her way behind the counter and tucks in her shirt, getting herself ready for another night of work. A voice calls out from behind her,
Brad: "hey Blondie, what's up"
Sarah: " Not much B-rad."
The two made some quick small talk and then each of them went to grab a customer.
Although he tried not to watch he couldn't help but feel his eyes drift in her direction. Brad loved watching Sarah's elequant walk and how graceful she moved around the store. The young blonde knew that he as well as other guys were watching, she loved the attention and made sure to put a little extra sway in her hips as she moved.
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The Sand SculptorThis story has effects of drastically changing features of woman to a large scale. If you don't like, don't read, thanks and have a good day. ^^
As the warm weather began peaking within the region, the surrounding beaches always attracted large crowds. Mostly vacationers, the local residents still thrived and adored this time of year. Ever more so, many unique individuals arrived and enjoyed setting up shop anywhere they could to display their talents. One such artist fixated himself right behind a rental stand of beach accessories, a generous crowd already gathering around.
“Welcome one and all.” Arms stretched wide, the well tanned man joyous and well pronounced. “I bet you’re all here to witness the creation of some amazing sand sculptures.” Nonchalantly leaning gently on his A-frame sign with a smirk.
A slender individual who could blend in with his surroundings, you’d assume
The dressTina was 18 years old and she weighed 115 lbs. She had a friend named Cindy , who was 17 years old and weighed 120 lbs and both would always hang out together. One day, they stumble upon a small shop that was in a dirty alley. They were looking for clothes to buy or better yet steal. Tina and Cindy were great thieves when it came to shoplifting. Cindy was the watcher and the distraction. While Tina was the one who would steal the things. When they entered the small shop it was a clothing store filled with dresses. Nothing that amusing, but they wanted to shoplift anyway.
???: May I help you young ladies.
A voice from behind surprised them. It was the owner of the shop, an 55 year old woman wearing a black dress.
Owner: Well is their anything you need?
Cindy: Yes I am looking for a dress that is for a special event and at the same time it is casual.
Owner: Oh then follow me.
Tina: You go ahead Cindy I'll wait here.
Cindy went with the owner to find a dress. Meanwhile Tina was
The (New) Fattening Doll The latest turnout in Mrs. C's baking enterprise turned out well--which was not unexpected given that her bakery was practically akin to a mall. However, there was much that Mrs. C demanded in order for her true motives to be slaked. Here was a woman, who towered and dwarfed the common svelte figure. Her waist defied all limits set by furniture and clothes, explaining why elastic jeans were her choice. Her upper body was just roll upon roll of flab, and was hidden well under a lighter red sweater with a bit of the top opened (she learned soon that she heated up too quickly wearing a thick sweater). Today, Mrs. C's office, or rather, her living room, was sparked with a great glow.
Judging from the fact that it was bluish meant that it was either magical or from the far reaches of outer space. Her first guess was correct as a slim, but curvy sorceress appeared. Her body was decked with a two piece outfit which resembled a bra and long skirt combo. Yet, they we
Sweet Punishment: Self-Feeding Sweets"What a most unusual place," Evelyn said, folding her arms.
"Oh, yes, fascinating, isn't it?" Her colleague Julia said.
Evelyn was a steady woman, who wore a decent body. She didn't look overly exaggerated, but, some found her to be charming. Evelyn's crisp autumn hair was wispy looking, sporting a huge ponytail, if anyone ever saw one.
Julia, on the other hand was the type to attract attention. While Evelyn dressed in a white jacket, with a black top and khakis, Julia wore a revealing pink top, and short shorts. She was also proud of her really soft, long hair, which managed to reach her lower back. Julia was one of a tanned complexion, while Evelyn had a peach-colored skin tone. She also wore long boots.
The two women walked over to the plaza, and while everything else with a logo would’ve had them thinking about shopping, a strange-looking woman, concealing herself in a dark robe, drew them clos