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The fullest recovery (part 1) by erikagaulia, literature
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The fullest recovery (part 1)
[Tags: breast expansion] Artwork by @ohshinakai For about as long as I’d known her, Milana Mei had been sick. She was just a sickly girl, that was who she was. To most people, acquaintances and such, there was really nothing else of relevance to note about Milana. All anyone in the neighbourhood knew was that, yes, Milana Mei? She’s that girl with all of the medical problems, right? And that’s how she remained: the sick girl. Well, not to me. Milana may have just been the sick girl to everyone else, but to me, she was my best friend. We had known each other for about as long as it was possible for two kids to know each other, almost as long as we had known our own parents. Both born in the year 2000, we had grown up next-door neighbours in a leafy yet under-developed suburb of Toronto, both only children of middle-income families—though hers being somewhat on the poorer end than mine, it should be said. I was the son to two fairly unassuming Jewish parents, whereas she was the
The fullest recovery (part 2) by erikagaulia, literature
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The fullest recovery (part 2)
[Tags: breast expansion] Artwork by @ohshinakai Go to part 1: Despite the fact that there was an entire world beyond the confines of her bedroom that she had yet to see, there was nothing that Milana talked about more often, or more enthusiastically, than the mall. It never made much sense to me—as I often reminded her, it was really not a particularly impressive example of a shopping mall. But in Milana’s mind, it was a place that held a great deal of significance. It was a different Universe—a world full of things to see and to buy, but most of all I think, it was one of the only places she really remembered spending any decent amount of her time in the years before she became bedridden. The mall was the place I was often sent when Milana needed something, like to pick up all of the video games and board games we would play, as well as our collection of painted war figurines, which they sold at a table-top gaming store on the top floor. No matter how many times I would tell
Jenn's Diary by ExpandingGames, literature
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Jenn's Diary
Dear Diary, Hello, my name is Jenn! We have to start a diary for a class assignment, and I have never had a diary before! I feel like a girl from the old times. Except that would be with pencil and notepad! That sounds more authentic, but the assignment calls for being digital so we can show page counts. Plus, this way no one can read you, which is cool! Actually, since no one will read it, how is Mr. West going to know whether we did it? I could probably just write a bunch of nonsense and he’d never know! All work and no play make Jenn a dull girl! All work and no plaaaaay Speaking of playing, I’m going to go hang out with Haley! Dear Diary, I tried on a few dresses today. It's for a school thing, and I was thinking this one but it probably shows too much skin and the other girls would make fun of me. On a happier note, I had fun with Haley yesterday! I was house sitting for Grandma’s friends again and she came over. We stayed up late watching movies and eating snacks. I
Turbulent expansion by erikagaulia, literature
Literature
Turbulent expansion
[Tags: breast expansion] Hate flying. Bad enough how much a plane ticket costs these days, but coupled with the fact that they make you pay out the ass for just the bare minimum of basic human decency—it’s just a crappy experience all round. This airline is worse than most, too. At least the flight is only 3 hours. Could be worse. Bright side is that this girl next to me is cute. Jean shorts with long socks, a light-purple cropped top—loose curls of her long brown hair draping across her front. I only briefly caught a glimpse of her face when she asked me to move so she could get to her seat. Very pretty, I recall, but she’s looking out the window now. To be honest, I’m finding it hard to resist looking over at her… I stole a quick look just now—it's not a very low-cut top, but I can tell she’s got no bra on. Damn, those are some big tits. Don’t have a good idea of sizes, but that must be, what, a J, K cup? Who knows. Big, I’d guess. Probably has back problems with how skinny she is.
The fullest recovery (part 3) by erikagaulia, literature
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The fullest recovery (part 3)
[Tags: breast expansion] Artwork by @ohshinakai Go to part 1: It was the final week of our experiment. Although we never spoke of the inevitable explicitly, it was apparent in our behaviour alone that we were both very much aware that our days were numbered. I was still working from 9 am until 4 pm every day during that period, but what little free time we did have together was filled to the brim with activities. We packed our schedule full of all of the things that Milana wanted to try (and she even allowed a few concessions by letting me pick one or two of the activities). But even though our time together was so heavily lopsided towards Milana’s interests, I was more than happy to oblige. She deserved to do whatever she wanted, and even though this was mostly just her making up for lost time, there was also the fact that Milana was still unwilling to do much of anything without my company. During the hours while I was at work, from what I could tell, she would just sit by
