The Exchange 6: Disclosure
She sighed in the darkness, then felt the urgent ache of her nipples and the pressure of the milk pressing down on them from within her. The dream time had felt like some trackless combination of eternity and a flash of recognition, but somehow, the...
CotWJ II: The Search for Faustus Begins
Over the many days of trial and endurance I have faced, both in my studies at home and afield, this has by far been the longest. The scene of the forest was just as my brother had described it. After a few miles of hiking through sparse trails cut...
CotWJ I: Foreword and Faustus' dissapearence
Chronicles of the Wriggling Jungle **FOREWORD** The writings of Linda B. Wright with regards to her expedition into an isolated region of the mountains surrounding the Amazon basin, from which a major tributary of the titular river flows, has been a...
The Exchange 5: Trust
Flower dream, dancers, swirling for millennia. She shook her head, stepping daintily but deliberately onto another branch. Her ears flicked, a small voice in a chorus of this place. Creaks, hisses and pops came subtly from everywhere. Beneath...
The Exchange 5: Resolution
The new goal diverted her as she travelled. Flower dreams, great elder tree hanging beneath the sun... what was it? She shook her head, stepping daintily but deliberately onto another branch. Her ears flicked, a small voice in a chorus of this...
Karina and the Melds 1: Something Found
Something Found It was another dark night in Anchorage during the entirely uncalled for month of January. Karina didn't particularly dislike the climate at this time of year, but everyone else she dealt with did. It was seasons like this that she was...
The Exchange 4: Reciprocity
The Exchange 4: Reciprocity She awoke reclined beneath the plant, suspended on a tongue of fat tendrils. Tiny buds and pink, blooming flowers surrounded her like a shrine. Her breasts were an even curve, unpainful in their fulness but wholesome in...
The Exchange 3: Synchronicity
The Exchange 3: Synchronicity In her travels, she began to realize that the sensation of her new weight wasn't an unpleasant one. It was an obvious distraction, but she made less of a negative connection than that. Instead of distracting her,...
The Exchange 2: Turning Point
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here's where we start to go down the proverbial rabbit hole. No cookies for you if you didn't guess where this story was going anyway. Hint: there's a reason the plant can't get its paws off of her chest. Though, I tried to keep it...
The Exchange 1: Entwinement
The rain pressed all around like a great, solid curtain, blurring the world around her. Her lithe hooves fought for traction as she scaled a tree. A bestial grunt of defiance hissed from her nostrils in a steamy haze. She took temporary refuge...