PuffyMan

"Hey, Dad?"

Micheal looked up from the book he was reading on the back patio of his house.  At roughly forty-five years old, he had reached his middle age rather gracefully.  Brushing a stray lock of his notoriously unkempt hair aside, he glanced over his shoulder to see his son, Timothy.  Folding the corner of a page over to mark his place in the novel, he turned to face his child. "Hey, sport. What's up?  I thought you and your friends would be playing that new game of yours. What number is it up to now, Black Ops 28 or 29?"

Lights illuminate the dance floor as Sammy stepped into the club, men and women dancing around as a faint hissing fills the air.  She proudly steps in, her stretchy dress already expanding a bit as people gaze at her.  In a club where being the center of attention gives you a literal overinflated ego, clubs could be dangerous… or the greatest night of your life, if you knew how to play your cards right.  Sammy looked around, watching girls of varying sizes dancing and having fun with other people around them, each one dancing with them blowing the girls bigger by attention al

Immaculate yellow banners flap in the light breeze from on high in the towers.  The grass is growing again after a long winter, and the birds are returning to nest in the trees.  Animals return from hibernation, bringing new and interesting fauna to the sights around the castle.  The early afternoon light bathes the courtyard in its warm glow, illuminating the dozens of finely crafted statues of men and women having sex in increasingly lewd positions, many indescribable by mortal words.  Truly, Maringyon is the most prestigious school for succubi and incubi alike, teachi