CrashOverrid

(preview starts in the middle of Chapter 2 -- contains consenting father/daughter incest) That weekend, they arrived bright and early at the zoo when they opened, planning on a quick lunch after. Stephanie was suddenly nervous – her plan to spite her mom suddenly locked her into hours with her own dad, as a birthday gift. She felt her face warming up imagining some of her school friends teasing her about it. Oh god I’m so lame, she thought. I could probably be crashing more college parties but instead I’m going out with my dad. I’ll never hear the end of this if they find out. Rick was all smiles as he bought the tickets, raising an eyebrow at her as he handed her the stub. “Happy birthday, Steph. You really want to spend time with your dad like this?” “Sure do,” she lied, and forced a smile on her face. “Think of it as…making up for lost time, I guess.” “Lost time?” he repeated, and frowned. “Oh, sweetheart, cause I was working so much, is that it?” Stephanie shrugged and avoided

Contains: rapid pregnancy, weight gain, breast/ass expansion, shameless fetish content Vivi sighed happily, fingers idly dipping a tortilla chip into her plate of steak nachos. She did it lazily, dragging the chip around to collect all the delicious guacamole and sour cream and delectable bits of sliced steak, then slowly brought it to her mouth and bit down, savoring the taste of salt and cream on her lips. “Mmm,” she purred, and rested her chin on her hand as she gazed off into the distance. A bit of sour cream fell off the chip and landed with a ‘splat’ on her right breast. She giggled, dragging a finger over the heaving boob to scoop it up, and licking it clean. “Oopsie,” she mused to herself. Vivi was a beautiful blonde woman with smooth skin, free from blemishes, pouty lips, and bright green eyes. And she was also plump – there was no other word for it, nor would Vivi want to hear that word if it existed. She was doughy, fat, chubby, but most of all sexy. Her wide hips

Contains: teens hiding pregnancies and second trimester tummies As far back as Anna could recall, Thanksgiving was one of her favorite holidays. Her mother and grandmother would spend all day in the kitchen, her father and brothers would prepare the yard for Christmas, and she’d get to flit between the two of them as the baby of the family. She’d steal olives from the fancy bowl long before dinner was ready, or help her father carry the string of Christmas lights he’d be stapling to their house. She missed those times badly. Especially as she sat in her room in only her underwear, looking at her full length mirror, hands cradled around a swollen tummy. I should’ve just told them earlier, she moaned to herself, one hand touching her forehead as she plopped onto her bed. Her belly was still small, just slightly pronounced and blended in with her pregnancy weight gain, so long as she had to go to school and could bundle up for the outside weather. Halloween was already stressful

Contains: early teen pregnancy denial and angst The bell rang, and a dozen students stood in unison, chairs making groaning noises as they skidded on the linoleum. The teacher shouted something over the din, but Rosa didn’t really hear her. Her eyes were a little unfocused, absently observing the way many of the girls seemed a little puffier, their backs a little straighter, stomachs sucked in. She shoved her Algebra II book into her bag, and stood up, trying not to think about the way she slid out of the seat before standing, or the way her jeans pressed into her waist. Somewhere deep she knew all her motions mirrored her female classmates, right down to the way they were all wearing puffy and thick jackets and sweaters indoors, or the way they hunched their shoulders to hide the new curve on the tummy. It had been like this for a week and a half. Rosa had hoped that eventually her mind would be able to let go of staring at every girl's belly, saddled with the awful thought, ‘I