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Bottling Problems

Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

This morning started like it would be a wonderful spring day. The sun was warm, not a single cloud in the sky, birds singing and the smell of nature growing again. As I entered the building, I had no idea how bad it would turn. I started by reading my email and some websites about technology news before removing my high heels and putting on my safety shoes. I am an engineer. Not an easy job in manufacturing as there is a lot of sexism. Every guy on the floor who doesn’t know me tries to tease me or worst harass me. I quickly shut them off except for a few of them and those really don’t like it when I get to them. It is the only way to get respected in that almost exclusively male environment when you measure only 5 feet 2 inches.

Chocolate Bunny

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(………………….)

“Speak standard English, please.”

“Why?”

“First off, it has a soothing effect on them. Secondly, it will give you insight into their psychology.”

“We breed them. What does psychology have to do with it?”

“It’s less labor intensive to let them look after themselves than for us to be herders. That and it’s felt to produce a better product. We’ll start with the blonde.”

“Free range?”

“College girl, out with friends, had too much to drink courtesy of our bartender, called a cab - our cab of course.”

The Process 1: Alice's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains NC, Abduction, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Sex doll, Mild gore

Part 1: Alice’s Story

Chapter 1

I hated this shit hole. The hours were terrible, it stank of smoke and working the bar didn’t have the allure that it used to. Not to mention getting hit on by severely drunken guys had lost it’s appeal. I wasn’t the best looking girl and knew that their compliments and rude advances had nothing to do with my looks, though, everything to do with the alcohol that seemed to consume them. At least some days were better than others.