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This week's episode of Kliq This was meant to be something completely different. But when news breaks that big, there's no way to ignore it. Kevin Nash and Sean Oliver react in real time to the reported death of Hulk Hogan, a man whose shadow looms large not only over professional wrestling, but over Kevin's own career. What starts as a tribute quickly turns into something much deeper, much more personal. Kevin doesn't just reflect on Hogan's legacy, he walks us through the first time they met, the political chaos surrounding Hogan's refusal to put Bret Hart over, and the tension that once simmered between them behind the scenes. He opens up about loyalty, mistrust, and those small moments where trust is earned in the ring—like grabbing a handful of tights to protect a legend's ego after a clean powerbomb. As the episode moves through Hogan's WCW run and the birth of the NWO, Kevin gets candid about the business decisions and creative pivots that made it all work. From backstage politics to ringside storytelling, he makes it clear how close the whole thing came to never happening. There's a real sense of how risky it was to turn the industry's biggest babyface into its most infamous heel. The conversation shifts again, this time into complicated territory. Sean and Kevin don't sidestep the controversies surrounding Hogan's personal life and public perception. They grapple with tough questions: How do we separate the artist from the art? Can redemption be earned? And who really has the right to draw that line? Whether you're a lifelong Hulkamaniac, a diehard member of the IWC, or just someone who respects the grind, this episode delivers something raw, real, and unexpected. It's not just about Hogan—it's about memory, mortality, and the business of pro wrestling as seen through the eyes of someone who lived it alongside the most polarizing figure the sport has ever known. DripDrop: DripDrop is doctor-developed, proven fast hydration. Right now, DripDrop is offering podcast listeners 20% off your first order. Go to dripdrop.com and use promo code KLIQ. MyBookie: Sign up for My Bookie at https://mybookie.website/joinwithKLIQ with code KLIQ and we'll back you on your first deposit. $100 gets you $50. $200 gets you $100. BlueChew: Visit BlueChew.com and try your first month of BlueChew FREE when you use promo code NASH — just pay $5 shipping. Ridge: Upgrade your wallet today! Get 10% Off @Ridge with code KLIQ at https://ridge.com/KLIQ #Ridgepod CarGurus: #1 most visited car shopping site. Shop from millions of cars to find your best deal. CarGurus.com 00:00 INTRO 01:18 Hulk Hogan Passing 02:15 Getting the news 04:46 The Immortal" Hulk Hogan 06:03 People have been Kayfabing Kev about HH's health 08:32 First working with Hulk Hogan 12:17 BREAK DRIPDROP 14:20 First time seeing Hulk Hogan 16:51 Hogan not wanting to put over Bret Hart in 1993 19:40 Leaving WWF for WCW 22:46 BREAK MYBOOKIE 24:35 Hulk Hogan is the 3rd man! 26:09 Hulk Hogan in WCW as a babyface 28:17 Could Hogan have left wrestling for good? 31:25 What the locker room thought of Hulk Hogan  34:32 That was my finish 37:52 Cornette and the tennis racket 38:25 First NWO promo with Hulk Hogan 39:21 "The NWO Were Outlaws" 44:01 BREAK BLUECHEW 45:27 HH staying relevant 49:54 Having a run with Hulk Hogan made good money 51:38 Grabbing a handful of trunks 53:31 Hogan/Rock 59:21 BREAK RIDGE 01:01:06 Hulk Hogan's toughness 01:02:18 How Hulk Hogan got himself over 01:03:39 The Epstein Files 01:06:52 The Controversy 01:10:21 BREAK Get Blitzed 01:11:52 Where does the artist start and the art begin?  01:14:17 The Tape 01:19:09 The Trump Endorsement 01:21:56 BREAK CARGURUS 01:24:29 Death Threats on Twitter 01:26:12 How WWE handled HH's death 01:29:03 The Mortality Check  01:33:04 "Lay off the man" 01:34:30 What would you have said to Hulk Hogan  01:35:24 Eric Bischoff

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This week we have...More fun with Mike and Bill. Yep, it's your favorite wacky duo, back at it.Mike started out with his reading and it was about courage and change. Becoming different people in recovery and finally accepting life, truth and consequences. It was a great topic and a good conversation.Our friend Heidi (Episode 87) celebrated 20 years sober this week. It may not always be strawberries and orgasms, but she has done this thing for 2 decades. Congrats to her!Mike has his radio gig coming up in a few weeks. He gave the rundown on that again, but stay tuned.Then it was a story about a drug house apartment, optimistic or pessimistic, rushing in or taking our time, sharing our story in early recovery, Marc Maron, corn sweat and yes; Grabbing Snakes By The Tail.A handful of celebrities died this week, but we spent a few minutes talking about Ozzy Osbourne. Everyone is posting about him and doing a ton of tributes, and we may have a slightly different take, but what else is new? It's worth the listen.Enjoy the episode.Visit usPodcast  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.sobernotmature.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Store  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.sobernotmatureshop.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Hobo ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.themoderndayhobo.com

It's always hard to lose someone you love. It's especially hard when it's a child. I had friends who lost their precious granddaughter, Amy. Two years old - went to sleep with a little cold and a little fever. By the end of the night, Amy was gone from a cause, well it was still a medical mystery. As I talked with the family at the visitation, of course there was deep grief, but there was also a little comfort from something beautiful that happened right before Amy went to sleep that night. Her mother began singing "Jesus Loves Me" to her and little Amy sang along with her. Her last words, "Jesus loves me, this I know." And then she was with Him. I'm Ron Hutchcraft and I want to have A Word With You today about "Eternity Insurance." The way little Amy went into eternity is a wonderful way for any of us to go into eternity - knowing Jesus loves us and that we will be with Him forever. We all have our appointment to keep with God, and what happens there has everything to do with our response to that love. A love that little children sometimes seem to understand best. Maybe that's why, according to our word for today from the Word of God in Matthew 18, beginning at verse 2, "Jesus called a little child and had him stand among them. And He said: 'I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.'" When you put that in the context of a little two-year-old's simple trust in the love of Jesus, you see some of what Jesus is trying to say here. We've got all our sophistication, our questions, our doubts, our analysis, our hardness, and our pride. You and I don't want to believe that we can't earn heaven with our goodness, that all we can do is put all our trust in the Savior who died to remove the death penalty for our sin. No, no. We're strong, we're self-reliant, we're smart, we can figure things out, we can handle things, we can fix things. We struggle with simply reaching out to Jesus in uncomplicated, uninhibited faith. But there is no other way to, in Jesus' words, "enter the kingdom of heaven." But when our heart beats for the last time, it won't matter what degrees or positions we held, or how many people we know, or what religion we were, or what nice things they said about us at our funeral. All that will matter is whether or not you have grabbed the nail-scarred hand of Jesus Christ to forgive your sin and take you to His heaven. Grabbing a hand in total trust is something a child totally understands and something we grown-up children need to understand again. Because if you haven't trusted Jesus to be your personal Savior from your personal sin, you don't stand a chance in eternity. He's the only One who could forgive and erase what will keep you out of heaven - your sin and its death penalty. He's the only One who died that death penalty for you on the cross so you don't have to. You need to face eternity knowing that Jesus loves you and that you have responded to that love. You don't want to enter eternity, you don't want to face Jesus, knowing you've neglected or rejected His love for you poured out on His cross. Have you ever grabbed Jesus' hand in total trust to say, "Jesus, you're my only hope of being rescued from my sin"? If not, why would you risk another day without Him? Why would you live another day outside His love? Tell Him, "Jesus, I'm yours" right where you are today. I invite you to our website, because it's there simply to help you be sure you actually have begun this relationship with the only One who can rescue you from your sin. It's ANewStory.com. Please check it out today. So, this little girl enters eternity, knowing that Jesus loves her and showing you and me the love we so desperately need. "Jesus loves me, this I know."

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 Vivian's tits are still huge and Brian seeks answers. By Bearclaw88 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Josh had met a girl while at work one week, and the two hit it off really fast. A couple weeks after they started dating he decided to move into her apartment. So cue the packing montage. Thankfully he didn't need to take much furniture, mostly clothes and small possessions. He had one last load of stuff to take over and it was getting late on that particular Friday so he decided to crash until morning. To everyone's surprise Olivia invited them to celebrate him finally leaving. Mom had been getting on Josh's about moving out sooner than later though she never mentioned Brian having to leave. The three of them stayed up later than they should have; drinking rum and watching movies in the living room.The movie had ended and Olivia and son, Josh, were passed out on the couch and recliner respectfully. Brian was pretty drunk now and stumbled upstairs to Rachel's room. He had moved into it sometime prior since she spent most of her time at her friend Tina's parents' house out of town. As Brian stumbled through the spinning house onto the bed, he thought that he might want to drink some water, maybe take some aspirin to get ahead of any potential hangover. He fumbled through his end table and took four aspirins and layed back down. It wasn't but a minute later when he felt his well-endowed penis start to harden. His cock quickly tented his bedsheet and to his wide eyed surprise it appeared to start rising higher and higher. Brian turned on the light and threw his sheet to the ground. Sure enough his cock was growing, and growing fast. His cock continued its ascent as he found the pill bottle. He took four of the growth pills by mistake! He tried not to panic as his 9 inch cock doubled in size and kept growing. When it finally stopped growing it was an earth shattering 2 feet long! He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, not realizing what a hair trigger it had. Brian came with the force of a fire hose and completely drenched the ceiling and walls in cum. His drunken stupor had instantly vanished now, another possible side effect of such massive growth, and now it was time to panic. He had well overdosed on the pills and needed help. He reached around for his phone only to come up empty. He surmised that it might have fallen out of his pocket downstairs. Carefully, and as quiet as a mouse, he went back downstairs; massive erection leading the way. He found himself praying to god that no one woke up. He nearly knocked over a lamp with his cock searching in the other recliner. His luck improved and he found his phone, made a quick frantic call to Rachel, and he was left to play the hungover card in his bed for most of the next day. When Rachel showed up she didn't seem too concerned for his plight and the two of them first jacked off his giant cock enough for it to soften up, and then she revealed that while on her way she had stopped and had gotten another pill from the doctor that created them that would shrink his cock back to its normal foot long self. Brian had so many questions; who was this mystery doctor and how did Rachel know him or her? It was obvious that Rachel's friend Tina and the others from their website must know the doctor also. With their bodies enlarged to the outrageous proportions that they were. Rachel wouldn't divulge in any details whatsoever. And now she is back home and spying on their neighbor Vivian, from her bedroom window. "Rachel, what are you doing?" He asked. He walked over and picked up two pill bottles off the ground as Rachel scrambled to get up. There were both breast and penis growth pills. Rachel had by now stood up and snatched the bottles from his hands. "I'm not doing anything!" She claimed. She could tell that he didn't believe her one bit. "Bullshit, you could at least try to come up with something better than that!" He said. Rachel pointed her finger up toward the ceiling and looked around, trying to think of something. Before she could say anything both her and Brian heard the distinct sound of a sliding door opening through the open window. Rachel quickly shoved him out of the way and ducked down to take a look. Brian couldn't help but check out her huge ass and thunderous thighs, her blue short shorts caused him to think with his other head for a moment. He shook his initial horny thoughts when he saw what Rachel was looking at. He ducked down and squeezed in next to her. Down below, in the yard directly across the back fence, was their neighbor Vivian. Only she wasn't the way he had last seen her. She was walking around her back patio looking for something and wearing a white robe. Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing, Vivian's tits were gigantic! They were barely contained in the robe. He felt his large penis begin to awaken once more when she bent over, giving the two voyeurs a glimpse of her cleavage. Vivian picked up a familiar looking white bottle and went back inside. "Shit, she's still big," Rachel whispered to herself. Brian snapped back to reality. "What do you mean by that? What did you do?" He asked, rather loudly. "Shush, keep it down, I'll tell you, but only if you keep it secret." She said. Brian sighed and nodded in affirmation. Rachel then shut her bedroom door and window before sitting on her bed with a sunscreen bottle. "The short explanation is that I wanted to see if these pills would work if you mix them with something else." She explained. "So what? Did you grind them up and make boob growing sunscreen and give it to Vivian to test out?" Brian said. Rachel half nodded her head. He was close, but not close enough. "You're close, I already knew that grinding the pills and mixing them into someone's drink would work, but it didn't work in the sunscreen. I tried last week." she said. "Then how did your neighbor get porn star sized tits then?" Brian asked. Rachel let out a big sigh and leaned forward to reach for one of her desk drawers. She reached inside and pulled out three glass bottles. They were full of a caramel colored liquid. A simple label was on each. "P, Buttox, Breast" were all they said. Brian pointed to the bottles and asked; "What is that?" "This is the formula for the enhancement pills." She answered. "In fact, these are the liquid formulas they make into the pills. They are the concentrated forms." "And the doctor just let you have them?" He asked. Rachel's eyes looked down at Brian's feet, avoiding the question. "Not exactly," she whispered. "Rachel, tell me. What did you do?" Brian pressed the question harder. He grabbed her shoulders crouched down directly in front of her face. Rachel now knew there was no getting out of this one. Her heart pounded in her chest as she spilled the beans. Brian was almost beside himself. He simply had a difficult time believing what he heard. "So you went back to Tina's house with this mysterious doctor after giving me the cure so you could see if it worked on that other guy and then you stole these concentrated formulas? Brian was livid. "How did you get it in Vivian's house with the sunscreen in the first place?" "I house sit for her sometimes. I have a key." Rachel explained. This did nothing to calm down Brian. He should have known that Rachel had a history of this sort of thing. That is how he became the owner of a beyond porn star cock after all. This crossed the line. At the very least with his endowment it was already tested, more or less, and there was a way to reverse it. Now their next door neighbor has giant jugs that may be permanent. This could ruin her life. "You need to do something about this Rachel! You need to go tell Vivian, and whoever you stole the formula from!" Brian was pacing around the room. "Just give it some time. Maybe they will shrink back down." Rachel suggested. "If you don't do something soon, I will. I don't know what, but I will." Brian stormed out, leaving Rachel alone in the room. A second later he poked his head back in. "This is wrong, and you know it." "I fucked up," she said quietly. Vivian sat on the couch with her robe wide open. She originally wanted only to discuss with Derek about the day prior but all her intentions were dashed. There would be no discussion anytime soon, not with Derek's face buried in her massive left tit, greedily sucking on her nipple while his right hand squeezed massive dents in the other. She held the back of his head in her palm, pressing it further in, every thirty seconds he would turn his head away from her breast for a breath of air. Vivian ran her free hand up and down her thigh as she involuntarily started grinding her lower body back and forth. Derek unlatched and brought his face up to hers. Vivian pulled him in, and she thrusted her tongue as far as she could into his mouth. His hands went back to work on her chest and she responded by clumsily unbuttoning his pants, their faces not once unlocking. Vivian pulled down his jeans and underwear at the same time. The two stopped making out and it was her turn to check out the young stud before her. She caressed his toned, athletic body with her pointer finger, tracing circles around his pecs and down his abs to his crotch. Her hand stopped right above his cock. She licked her lips hungrily at the rock hard specimen. "Dang, where is she?" Rachel asked herself. Vivian had not come back outside since Rachel and Brian spotted her earlier. Rachel was really worried that she overdosed the sunscreen and her neighbor was now stuck with giant tits. If that were the case then she would have to somehow get ahold of the cure without the doctor finding out. She was getting more nervous the more she thought about it. She didn't want to admit it but Brian was right. She had to figure out something fast. "Rachel, I need you to run to the store for me!" Her mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Rachel swore as she pushed her chair back and went downstairs. Her mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a full clothes basket on her hip and a paper list. Rachel tried to argue but Olivia wasn't taking no for an answer and Rachel left in a huff. Down in the basement Brian paced frantically. He was still shocked that Rachel would do something so reckless, and to Vivian of all people! She had always been very kind to him and would gladly pay for Brian to fix any computer troubles she would have. She once bought him a nice dinner for connecting her new smart tv awhile back. No, he had to do something, what if she found the other sunscreen bottle? Her boobs were already huge, she could be stuck with even more massive tits forever. Tits she didn't ask for. His mind was made up, Brian dashed upstairs. Rounding the corner he nearly plowed into Olivia carrying a full laundry basket. "Sorry! I uh, gotta go. I'll be back soon!" He said as he rushed out the front door. "Uh. Alright." Was all she could say before he was gone. Derek loudly moaned as he ran his hands through Vivian's hair. He sat on the edge of the couch with Vivian on her knees between his legs, head bobbing up and down at a steady pace. Derek's cock fully in her mouth. His body shuddered as her tongue simultaneously stimulated his prick. She would pause momentarily to run small circles with the tip of her tongue right underneath his cockhead. Derek was close to blasting his load straight down her throat. Vivian backed off her efforts when she felt his cock start to bulge in her mouth. She looked up at him with a hungry look in her eyes while slowly stroking his member. Her efforts to back down his impending orgasm were in vain however. He was too close and her light stroking sealed the deal. Derek grunted and came in large spurts that hit on the underside of her chin. "I'm sorry Vivian, I couldn't control it. This, and you, are so damn hot." Derek said apologetically. Vivian felt that she could blush when he said that, if it weren't for her blood to be already helping engorge other parts of her body. "It's alright Derek. A young stud like you shouldn't have a problem with going another round." Vivian began to vigorously play with Derek's softening cock. Using a few tricks she had learned over the years. Derek particularly enjoyed it when she began sucking on his balls and using her tongue technique. It was working too, sort of. His cock had re-inflated to a semi hard state, though her energetic efforts were coming up short. Brian stood outside Vivian's front door. He was nervous, what was he to say? "Hi Vivian, by the way the sunscreen you used yesterday made your tits ginormous. Oh and it's Rachel's fault?" He took a deep breath and knocked several times. "Someone's at the door." Derek said. Vivian didn't slow down, she was on a mission. Brian waited. And waited. A few minutes passed and he went to knock again. It was then that he noticed the door wasn't fully latched. He had known Vivian for a while and was sure that if he cracked the door and shouted that she wouldn't mind. He opened the door and stuck his head in. "Vivian? It's Brian from next, " Two sets of eyes were upon him and he looked right back. With the house now empty Olvia figured it was the perfect time to catch up on some chores. Grabbing an empty clothes basket she scoured the house for the scattered piles of clothes that always seems to elude her best weekly laundry efforts. The volume of clothes was actually less than usual. Last but not least was Rachel's room. She searched around, noticing the nondescript lotion bottles on her desk. On the floor, half under the bed was a pair of leggings and red panties. She reached down and drug the loose clothing out. To her surprise an orange pill bottle rolled towards her with that distinct rattle. Olivia's heart sank. She had seen news reports about the pill epidemic for years now. Could her own daughter be a part of the terrifying statistic? Her concern quickly shifted to confusion when she read the label. "Breast enhancement pills?" she questioned. "Fast acting and temporary. Use for a temporary boost in breast size. Results may vary." She rotated the label and saw a bold warning. Warning! Adhere to recommended dosage. Overuse may result in permanent growth! "So what you're telling me is that Rachel, and that sunscreen yesterday caused all, this?" Vivian motioned toward her enormous rack. The three were sitting on the couch now with Vivian in the center. "Why would she do something like this?" Vivian wondered aloud. Brian just shrugged. "I don't know, but this isn't the first time she has done something similar." "What do you mean?" Derek asked. "I um, well." Brian stumbled on his words and motioned toward his groin. He hadn't masturbated in awhile now and sitting next to Vivian with her nearly basketball sized tits was causing his penis to grow half erect. Vivian looked down and noticed his large bulge forming and her eyes widened. She and Brian looked at each other as she slowly slid her hand under his waistband. Brian gasped slightly at her light touch as her hand gently grazed his large member. "Oh my god!" She said as she began to realize how large Brian was. All bets were off now, Brian's cock was beginning it's rapid ascent as it hardened and swelled to it's full size. Tenting his shorts to an almost unbelievable level. Vivian pulled his shorts down to his knees, exposing his foot long flaccid cock and oversized testicles. "Holy shit dude! You're fucking huge!" Derek said. Vivian was feeling many things now, confused, upset, and horny. She was still very horny and now she had two young cocks to play with. Vivian looked at Brian. "Did Rachel say what else she mixed in my sunscreen?" "No, I didn't think to ask her." He answered. Vivian then looked at Derek. "I have an idea. Go get the bottle, maybe it can help you recharge." Derek got up and Vivian turned back to Brian and leaned in and started kissing him, inserting her tongue deep into his mouth. This wasn't how Brian thought this afternoon was going to go but he was also too horny to care. He kissed her back and the two made out until Derek returned with the mostly empty bottle. "Alright, let's get some sunscreen on you." she said. Vivian took the bottle and squeezed a small dollop into her palm. "Wait, what if it makes my cock bigger? No offense but I don't want mine to be that big." Derek said while motioning over to Brian. "I'll use a tiny amount, just to see." Vivian answered. She then wiped about half of the amount onto her finger and began spreading it around Derek's flaccid penis. She made sure to spread some to his balls as well, it was a very thin coat. With that done she thought that he needed some extra inspiration as well. Scooping the remaining lotion onto her finger once more she looked at the two before taking her hand to her left breast. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea but it sounded hot in her lust filled mind. Vivian spread a thin amount onto her left nipple, and then did the same to her right. About a minute later the familiar tingling returned, only now it was concentrated on her nipples. Derek was feeling the same on his cock and balls. His penis began to quickly grow erect, his fatigue washed away just as quickly. Vivian's libido seemed to enhance as well. She could literally feel the lotion's effect on her. Her already enlarged nipples began to puff and swell larger. They grew to twice their size in both length and thickness. They settled at nearly two inches long and thicker than her thumbs. She could feel that they were hard, very hard. Hard and throbbing, practically begging to be sucked on. Visible veins snaked under her dark areolas to feed her new nipples. She led the two guys to her bedroom and threw her pillows off her bed and laid on her back. Derek laid down on her left and Brian on her right. Vivian nearly came when both of them began to suck on her tits. She squirmed with her hand grabbing the edge of the mattress above her head. Brian began to kiss around her breast, slowly working his way down. It was a little crowded with Derek on the opposite side, his mouth reached her hip bone and he started to kiss and lick on Vivian's hip. His hand was pulling and tugging on her nipple. "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" She cried in pure passionate bliss. Vivian's body was rocked by two orgasms, one in her cunt and the other from her tits. She had never cum from just having her tits played with but she wished she had before. It was simply amazing. Vivian sat up and the three rearranged on the crowded bed. Derek took Vivian's place in the center and she positioned her hungry cunt above his hard cock. Brian was on his knees off to her side, his huge cock close by to her face. Derek's cock slid easily into her wet cunt and they soon got into a common rhythm, with her huge tits nearly smothering his face. Vivian now turned her attention to Brian. She stretched her mouth wide and took as much of his cock in as she could stand. This was also the first time that she had been with a man who could deep throat and have some extra inches left over. The three lovers fucked like animals with Derek filling Vivian's cunt with hot jizz and Brian filling her belly. Derek was spent now, he didn't want to risk using the sunscreen so he laid to the side, making out with Vivian as Brian plowed his large cock in her deep valley of cleavage. Vivian held her tits together tightly around his cock as he pulled and stroked her nipples. The two came nearly simultaneously. Brian let loose another barrage semen into her tits and some shots hit the underside of her chin. The room reeked of sex as they came down from their post orgasmic highs. "What do we do now?" Asked Derek. Vivian turned and said. "You better get home before your parents get suspicious, you aren't normally here this long." Derek stood and left the room. "What about you?" Brian asked. "We need to have a talk with Rachel, and her mom. I can't go around with tits this big. Let's get dressed and head over." Vivian said. Olivia locked her bedroom door behind her and dropped the basket to the floor. "What the hell? Why in the world would Rachel have these?" She wondered. Olivia stood next to her bed in front of her full length mirror. The forty four year old mother of two wasn't all that bad in the hot buxom department. She and her daughter shared a few features and while she wasn't as toned as she was in her youth she still had looks. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, and big round ass, still turned heads. Olivia rotated and stuck her ass out, a nice juicy bubble, always has been. Rachel inherited her large rear end from her. Olivia remembered a few months back that Rachel had come home one weekend from her new house a few hours away and her ass was significantly larger. Not just noticeably, but at least twice as big. Olivia had speculated on how Rachel managed to boost her derriere, was it glute exercises? Implants? Or a buttox lift? However she had done it came to no surprise to her mother, Olivia knew that Rachel was always obsessed with her ass. Olivia didn't blame her, big ass and small tits ran in the family and butts were very popular right now. Olivia spun in the mirror once more, today was supposed to be a half lazy laundry day and she wore the appropriate attire. An old, faded pink v-neck shirt with several paint spots from previous ‘do-it-yourself' projects and her comfy grey sweatpants. She wore no bra today because who is truly comfortable in a bra? She looked at the bottle in her hand and began to imagine herself with bigger boobs. She was not small anymore, her age and slight weight gain from having two kids had grown her tits to respectable D cups. Now she was curious what it would be like if they were bigger. She was skeptical about the pills anyway. She never heard about bust enhancement pills that actually worked, especially not the way these were claiming to work. If anything, these were just placebos, or phony. She poured out two pills and then secured the lid to the bottle. She walked over to her night stand and set the bottle down, grabbing her half full glass of water. Sitting at the foot of the bed she took a deep breath and swallowed the pills with a good swig. Her heart was a flutter of activity as she sat and waited. And waited. "I knew this was too good to be true" she said with an air of disappointment. She was about to stand up and resume her day when a strange feeling swept over her. Olivia's chest both began to tingle and feel warm and flush. To her pleasant surprise she could actually feel her nipples harden and she quickly looked over in the mirror to confirm. They were rock hard and to her shock she could see them start to lengthen and grow thicker through her old shirt. A faint whimper and moan escaped her lips as she felt the tingling intensify. Her jaw dropped and her eyes half closed in a growing sexual bliss as she felt her tits begin to grow. The loose, worn fabric of her cotton shirt was quickly stretching to its limits as she grew. Her large D cups soon gave way to E and then F. Olivia's clit was on fire as well, the growing tingly sensation of her chest quickly was joined by a visible damp spot that soaked into the crotch of her pants. When her nearly orgasmic growth finally petered out a few seconds later, Olivia was shocked, and horny as hell. Her massively enlarged bust was nearly the size of volleyballs and hung heavily down her maturing chest. Small tears had formed down the center of her too tight teeshirt. Her nipples had grown to a couple inches long and formed their own small tents in her straining shirt as well, Olivia could actually feel how big they were now. Olivia wasn't able to think straight, she didn't care how her daughter came into possession of working growth pills, all she wanted right now was to get her rocks off. She needed relief! Olivia desperately searched around her room for something, anything that could be used as an artificial cock. She didn't have any toys for herself. Anytime before, she would happily use her own hands for the job; but now she needed something more substantial. Her desperation grew as each movement and the very fabric of her shirt sent mini orgasms into her system. She opened her last dresser drawer and found nothing of use. She held her knees tightly together and bounced up and down as if she were trying to hold going to the bathroom. This was a mistake as her bouncing triggered her new mass to bounce with her, further exasperating her dilemma. She was about to give up and drop to the floor when it hit her. "The kitchen! There's still a cucumber left!" She didn't know when Rachel would be home and she didn't care. If Brian showed up she would have no qualms about jumping his bones either. Olivia almost didn't make it. She hastily threw all the other items around before locating her prize. She slid down her sweatpants and popped a squat in the middle of the kitchen. "Oh my god! She cried as the phallic vegetable penetrated her wet pussy. She wasted no time vigorously fucking herself out in the open. Olivia was close, so close to her desired big finish when the alarm pad beeped. Indicating an open door. Seconds later they were upon her. "Oh my god! Olivia?" Said a very shocked Vivian with an equally shocked Brian. It was late in the afternoon by the time Rachel returned home. She tried to rush but there were three stores she had to shop at on this trip. "Hello?" She asked to a seemingly empty house. "Can anyone help me unload my car?" Hearing no response she began to look around. She went upstairs and passed the door to her mom's room. It was cracked slightly open and running water could be heard from her bathroom. "Rachel!" Brian said from the doorway of the hall bathroom. He was wrapped in a towel and his hair was still wet. "Have you thought about what we talked about earlier?" "I just got home, mom made me go to the store. Could you help me unload the car after you get dressed? I need time to figure something out." she said. Brian crossed his arms and stood there. "I know I fucked up! I promise I will figure something out, just give me some time. Please?" Rachel pleaded with him. "Fine, but don't come to me for help." He said. Brian then quickly dressed and then went downstairs. The two barely spoke a word as they set about their task. Olivia was now downstairs in the kitchen as well and went to work unloading the shopping bags. Her hair was still damp and she was dressed in her silk burgundy robe. Olivia's breasts had shrunk back down to their normal size and Rachel was none the wiser of her mother's transformation earlier that day. "Thank you for going to the store for me. I know it's not your favorite thing to do." She said to Rachel. "You're welcome mom." Rachel replied. She gave her mom a quick hug from behind and began to help her unload the bags. "How about I order us a pizza tonight?" Olivia asked. Rachel went back upstairs and took up her post in the window. She sat there for nearly an hour seeing nothing. All of the lights were off in Vivian's house and the curtains were drawn shut. Rachel began to wonder if she had left while she was at the store. Her mom texted her to come downstairs to eat dinner. Rachel reluctantly made her way down. The table was already set. Three boxes of pizzas and two cheesy breads were laid out with a stack of plates. Brian was already seated and only gave her a curt nod before looking away. "What would you like to drink?" Asked Olivia from the kitchen. "Just a soda please." Rachel said. Rachel noticed that Brian was looking down at his empty plate and she began to feel someone stand behind her. "Do you mind if I join you?" Rachel's blood ran cold and all the color drained from her face as she looked up and behind to her right side. She was now face to face with Vivian's immense rack, her large nipples protruding from the white tank top that barely contained their mass. To be continued, By Bearclaw88 for Literotica

 Vivian's tits are still huge and Brian seeks answers. By Bearclaw88 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Josh had met a girl while at work one week, and the two hit it off really fast. A couple weeks after they started dating he decided to move into her apartment. So cue the packing montage. Thankfully he didn't need to take much furniture, mostly clothes and small possessions. He had one last load of stuff to take over and it was getting late on that particular Friday so he decided to crash until morning. To everyone's surprise Olivia invited them to celebrate him finally leaving. Mom had been getting on Josh's about moving out sooner than later though she never mentioned Brian having to leave. The three of them stayed up later than they should have; drinking rum and watching movies in the living room.The movie had ended and Olivia and son, Josh, were passed out on the couch and recliner respectfully. Brian was pretty drunk now and stumbled upstairs to Rachel's room. He had moved into it sometime prior since she spent most of her time at her friend Tina's parents' house out of town. As Brian stumbled through the spinning house onto the bed, he thought that he might want to drink some water, maybe take some aspirin to get ahead of any potential hangover. He fumbled through his end table and took four aspirins and layed back down. It wasn't but a minute later when he felt his well-endowed penis start to harden. His cock quickly tented his bedsheet and to his wide eyed surprise it appeared to start rising higher and higher. Brian turned on the light and threw his sheet to the ground. Sure enough his cock was growing, and growing fast. His cock continued its ascent as he found the pill bottle. He took four of the growth pills by mistake! He tried not to panic as his 9 inch cock doubled in size and kept growing. When it finally stopped growing it was an earth shattering 2 feet long! He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, not realizing what a hair trigger it had. Brian came with the force of a fire hose and completely drenched the ceiling and walls in cum. His drunken stupor had instantly vanished now, another possible side effect of such massive growth, and now it was time to panic. He had well overdosed on the pills and needed help. He reached around for his phone only to come up empty. He surmised that it might have fallen out of his pocket downstairs. Carefully, and as quiet as a mouse, he went back downstairs; massive erection leading the way. He found himself praying to god that no one woke up. He nearly knocked over a lamp with his cock searching in the other recliner. His luck improved and he found his phone, made a quick frantic call to Rachel, and he was left to play the hungover card in his bed for most of the next day. When Rachel showed up she didn't seem too concerned for his plight and the two of them first jacked off his giant cock enough for it to soften up, and then she revealed that while on her way she had stopped and had gotten another pill from the doctor that created them that would shrink his cock back to its normal foot long self. Brian had so many questions; who was this mystery doctor and how did Rachel know him or her? It was obvious that Rachel's friend Tina and the others from their website must know the doctor also. With their bodies enlarged to the outrageous proportions that they were. Rachel wouldn't divulge in any details whatsoever. And now she is back home and spying on their neighbor Vivian, from her bedroom window. "Rachel, what are you doing?" He asked. He walked over and picked up two pill bottles off the ground as Rachel scrambled to get up. There were both breast and penis growth pills. Rachel had by now stood up and snatched the bottles from his hands. "I'm not doing anything!" She claimed. She could tell that he didn't believe her one bit. "Bullshit, you could at least try to come up with something better than that!" He said. Rachel pointed her finger up toward the ceiling and looked around, trying to think of something. Before she could say anything both her and Brian heard the distinct sound of a sliding door opening through the open window. Rachel quickly shoved him out of the way and ducked down to take a look. Brian couldn't help but check out her huge ass and thunderous thighs, her blue short shorts caused him to think with his other head for a moment. He shook his initial horny thoughts when he saw what Rachel was looking at. He ducked down and squeezed in next to her. Down below, in the yard directly across the back fence, was their neighbor Vivian. Only she wasn't the way he had last seen her. She was walking around her back patio looking for something and wearing a white robe. Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing, Vivian's tits were gigantic! They were barely contained in the robe. He felt his large penis begin to awaken once more when she bent over, giving the two voyeurs a glimpse of her cleavage. Vivian picked up a familiar looking white bottle and went back inside. "Shit, she's still big," Rachel whispered to herself. Brian snapped back to reality. "What do you mean by that? What did you do?" He asked, rather loudly. "Shush, keep it down, I'll tell you, but only if you keep it secret." She said. Brian sighed and nodded in affirmation. Rachel then shut her bedroom door and window before sitting on her bed with a sunscreen bottle. "The short explanation is that I wanted to see if these pills would work if you mix them with something else." She explained. "So what? Did you grind them up and make boob growing sunscreen and give it to Vivian to test out?" Brian said. Rachel half nodded her head. He was close, but not close enough. "You're close, I already knew that grinding the pills and mixing them into someone's drink would work, but it didn't work in the sunscreen. I tried last week." she said. "Then how did your neighbor get porn star sized tits then?" Brian asked. Rachel let out a big sigh and leaned forward to reach for one of her desk drawers. She reached inside and pulled out three glass bottles. They were full of a caramel colored liquid. A simple label was on each. "P, Buttox, Breast" were all they said. Brian pointed to the bottles and asked; "What is that?" "This is the formula for the enhancement pills." She answered. "In fact, these are the liquid formulas they make into the pills. They are the concentrated forms." "And the doctor just let you have them?" He asked. Rachel's eyes looked down at Brian's feet, avoiding the question. "Not exactly," she whispered. "Rachel, tell me. What did you do?" Brian pressed the question harder. He grabbed her shoulders crouched down directly in front of her face. Rachel now knew there was no getting out of this one. Her heart pounded in her chest as she spilled the beans. Brian was almost beside himself. He simply had a difficult time believing what he heard. "So you went back to Tina's house with this mysterious doctor after giving me the cure so you could see if it worked on that other guy and then you stole these concentrated formulas? Brian was livid. "How did you get it in Vivian's house with the sunscreen in the first place?" "I house sit for her sometimes. I have a key." Rachel explained. This did nothing to calm down Brian. He should have known that Rachel had a history of this sort of thing. That is how he became the owner of a beyond porn star cock after all. This crossed the line. At the very least with his endowment it was already tested, more or less, and there was a way to reverse it. Now their next door neighbor has giant jugs that may be permanent. This could ruin her life. "You need to do something about this Rachel! You need to go tell Vivian, and whoever you stole the formula from!" Brian was pacing around the room. "Just give it some time. Maybe they will shrink back down." Rachel suggested. "If you don't do something soon, I will. I don't know what, but I will." Brian stormed out, leaving Rachel alone in the room. A second later he poked his head back in. "This is wrong, and you know it." "I fucked up," she said quietly. Vivian sat on the couch with her robe wide open. She originally wanted only to discuss with Derek about the day prior but all her intentions were dashed. There would be no discussion anytime soon, not with Derek's face buried in her massive left tit, greedily sucking on her nipple while his right hand squeezed massive dents in the other. She held the back of his head in her palm, pressing it further in, every thirty seconds he would turn his head away from her breast for a breath of air. Vivian ran her free hand up and down her thigh as she involuntarily started grinding her lower body back and forth. Derek unlatched and brought his face up to hers. Vivian pulled him in, and she thrusted her tongue as far as she could into his mouth. His hands went back to work on her chest and she responded by clumsily unbuttoning his pants, their faces not once unlocking. Vivian pulled down his jeans and underwear at the same time. The two stopped making out and it was her turn to check out the young stud before her. She caressed his toned, athletic body with her pointer finger, tracing circles around his pecs and down his abs to his crotch. Her hand stopped right above his cock. She licked her lips hungrily at the rock hard specimen. "Dang, where is she?" Rachel asked herself. Vivian had not come back outside since Rachel and Brian spotted her earlier. Rachel was really worried that she overdosed the sunscreen and her neighbor was now stuck with giant tits. If that were the case then she would have to somehow get ahold of the cure without the doctor finding out. She was getting more nervous the more she thought about it. She didn't want to admit it but Brian was right. She had to figure out something fast. "Rachel, I need you to run to the store for me!" Her mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Rachel swore as she pushed her chair back and went downstairs. Her mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a full clothes basket on her hip and a paper list. Rachel tried to argue but Olivia wasn't taking no for an answer and Rachel left in a huff. Down in the basement Brian paced frantically. He was still shocked that Rachel would do something so reckless, and to Vivian of all people! She had always been very kind to him and would gladly pay for Brian to fix any computer troubles she would have. She once bought him a nice dinner for connecting her new smart tv awhile back. No, he had to do something, what if she found the other sunscreen bottle? Her boobs were already huge, she could be stuck with even more massive tits forever. Tits she didn't ask for. His mind was made up, Brian dashed upstairs. Rounding the corner he nearly plowed into Olivia carrying a full laundry basket. "Sorry! I uh, gotta go. I'll be back soon!" He said as he rushed out the front door. "Uh. Alright." Was all she could say before he was gone. Derek loudly moaned as he ran his hands through Vivian's hair. He sat on the edge of the couch with Vivian on her knees between his legs, head bobbing up and down at a steady pace. Derek's cock fully in her mouth. His body shuddered as her tongue simultaneously stimulated his prick. She would pause momentarily to run small circles with the tip of her tongue right underneath his cockhead. Derek was close to blasting his load straight down her throat. Vivian backed off her efforts when she felt his cock start to bulge in her mouth. She looked up at him with a hungry look in her eyes while slowly stroking his member. Her efforts to back down his impending orgasm were in vain however. He was too close and her light stroking sealed the deal. Derek grunted and came in large spurts that hit on the underside of her chin. "I'm sorry Vivian, I couldn't control it. This, and you, are so damn hot." Derek said apologetically. Vivian felt that she could blush when he said that, if it weren't for her blood to be already helping engorge other parts of her body. "It's alright Derek. A young stud like you shouldn't have a problem with going another round." Vivian began to vigorously play with Derek's softening cock. Using a few tricks she had learned over the years. Derek particularly enjoyed it when she began sucking on his balls and using her tongue technique. It was working too, sort of. His cock had re-inflated to a semi hard state, though her energetic efforts were coming up short. Brian stood outside Vivian's front door. He was nervous, what was he to say? "Hi Vivian, by the way the sunscreen you used yesterday made your tits ginormous. Oh and it's Rachel's fault?" He took a deep breath and knocked several times. "Someone's at the door." Derek said. Vivian didn't slow down, she was on a mission. Brian waited. And waited. A few minutes passed and he went to knock again. It was then that he noticed the door wasn't fully latched. He had known Vivian for a while and was sure that if he cracked the door and shouted that she wouldn't mind. He opened the door and stuck his head in. "Vivian? It's Brian from next, " Two sets of eyes were upon him and he looked right back. With the house now empty Olvia figured it was the perfect time to catch up on some chores. Grabbing an empty clothes basket she scoured the house for the scattered piles of clothes that always seems to elude her best weekly laundry efforts. The volume of clothes was actually less than usual. Last but not least was Rachel's room. She searched around, noticing the nondescript lotion bottles on her desk. On the floor, half under the bed was a pair of leggings and red panties. She reached down and drug the loose clothing out. To her surprise an orange pill bottle rolled towards her with that distinct rattle. Olivia's heart sank. She had seen news reports about the pill epidemic for years now. Could her own daughter be a part of the terrifying statistic? Her concern quickly shifted to confusion when she read the label. "Breast enhancement pills?" she questioned. "Fast acting and temporary. Use for a temporary boost in breast size. Results may vary." She rotated the label and saw a bold warning. Warning! Adhere to recommended dosage. Overuse may result in permanent growth! "So what you're telling me is that Rachel, and that sunscreen yesterday caused all, this?" Vivian motioned toward her enormous rack. The three were sitting on the couch now with Vivian in the center. "Why would she do something like this?" Vivian wondered aloud. Brian just shrugged. "I don't know, but this isn't the first time she has done something similar." "What do you mean?" Derek asked. "I um, well." Brian stumbled on his words and motioned toward his groin. He hadn't masturbated in awhile now and sitting next to Vivian with her nearly basketball sized tits was causing his penis to grow half erect. Vivian looked down and noticed his large bulge forming and her eyes widened. She and Brian looked at each other as she slowly slid her hand under his waistband. Brian gasped slightly at her light touch as her hand gently grazed his large member. "Oh my god!" She said as she began to realize how large Brian was. All bets were off now, Brian's cock was beginning it's rapid ascent as it hardened and swelled to it's full size. Tenting his shorts to an almost unbelievable level. Vivian pulled his shorts down to his knees, exposing his foot long flaccid cock and oversized testicles. "Holy shit dude! You're fucking huge!" Derek said. Vivian was feeling many things now, confused, upset, and horny. She was still very horny and now she had two young cocks to play with. Vivian looked at Brian. "Did Rachel say what else she mixed in my sunscreen?" "No, I didn't think to ask her." He answered. Vivian then looked at Derek. "I have an idea. Go get the bottle, maybe it can help you recharge." Derek got up and Vivian turned back to Brian and leaned in and started kissing him, inserting her tongue deep into his mouth. This wasn't how Brian thought this afternoon was going to go but he was also too horny to care. He kissed her back and the two made out until Derek returned with the mostly empty bottle. "Alright, let's get some sunscreen on you." she said. Vivian took the bottle and squeezed a small dollop into her palm. "Wait, what if it makes my cock bigger? No offense but I don't want mine to be that big." Derek said while motioning over to Brian. "I'll use a tiny amount, just to see." Vivian answered. She then wiped about half of the amount onto her finger and began spreading it around Derek's flaccid penis. She made sure to spread some to his balls as well, it was a very thin coat. With that done she thought that he needed some extra inspiration as well. Scooping the remaining lotion onto her finger once more she looked at the two before taking her hand to her left breast. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea but it sounded hot in her lust filled mind. Vivian spread a thin amount onto her left nipple, and then did the same to her right. About a minute later the familiar tingling returned, only now it was concentrated on her nipples. Derek was feeling the same on his cock and balls. His penis began to quickly grow erect, his fatigue washed away just as quickly. Vivian's libido seemed to enhance as well. She could literally feel the lotion's effect on her. Her already enlarged nipples began to puff and swell larger. They grew to twice their size in both length and thickness. They settled at nearly two inches long and thicker than her thumbs. She could feel that they were hard, very hard. Hard and throbbing, practically begging to be sucked on. Visible veins snaked under her dark areolas to feed her new nipples. She led the two guys to her bedroom and threw her pillows off her bed and laid on her back. Derek laid down on her left and Brian on her right. Vivian nearly came when both of them began to suck on her tits. She squirmed with her hand grabbing the edge of the mattress above her head. Brian began to kiss around her breast, slowly working his way down. It was a little crowded with Derek on the opposite side, his mouth reached her hip bone and he started to kiss and lick on Vivian's hip. His hand was pulling and tugging on her nipple. "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" She cried in pure passionate bliss. Vivian's body was rocked by two orgasms, one in her cunt and the other from her tits. She had never cum from just having her tits played with but she wished she had before. It was simply amazing. Vivian sat up and the three rearranged on the crowded bed. Derek took Vivian's place in the center and she positioned her hungry cunt above his hard cock. Brian was on his knees off to her side, his huge cock close by to her face. Derek's cock slid easily into her wet cunt and they soon got into a common rhythm, with her huge tits nearly smothering his face. Vivian now turned her attention to Brian. She stretched her mouth wide and took as much of his cock in as she could stand. This was also the first time that she had been with a man who could deep throat and have some extra inches left over. The three lovers fucked like animals with Derek filling Vivian's cunt with hot jizz and Brian filling her belly. Derek was spent now, he didn't want to risk using the sunscreen so he laid to the side, making out with Vivian as Brian plowed his large cock in her deep valley of cleavage. Vivian held her tits together tightly around his cock as he pulled and stroked her nipples. The two came nearly simultaneously. Brian let loose another barrage semen into her tits and some shots hit the underside of her chin. The room reeked of sex as they came down from their post orgasmic highs. "What do we do now?" Asked Derek. Vivian turned and said. "You better get home before your parents get suspicious, you aren't normally here this long." Derek stood and left the room. "What about you?" Brian asked. "We need to have a talk with Rachel, and her mom. I can't go around with tits this big. Let's get dressed and head over." Vivian said. Olivia locked her bedroom door behind her and dropped the basket to the floor. "What the hell? Why in the world would Rachel have these?" She wondered. Olivia stood next to her bed in front of her full length mirror. The forty four year old mother of two wasn't all that bad in the hot buxom department. She and her daughter shared a few features and while she wasn't as toned as she was in her youth she still had looks. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, and big round ass, still turned heads. Olivia rotated and stuck her ass out, a nice juicy bubble, always has been. Rachel inherited her large rear end from her. Olivia remembered a few months back that Rachel had come home one weekend from her new house a few hours away and her ass was significantly larger. Not just noticeably, but at least twice as big. Olivia had speculated on how Rachel managed to boost her derriere, was it glute exercises? Implants? Or a buttox lift? However she had done it came to no surprise to her mother, Olivia knew that Rachel was always obsessed with her ass. Olivia didn't blame her, big ass and small tits ran in the family and butts were very popular right now. Olivia spun in the mirror once more, today was supposed to be a half lazy laundry day and she wore the appropriate attire. An old, faded pink v-neck shirt with several paint spots from previous ‘do-it-yourself' projects and her comfy grey sweatpants. She wore no bra today because who is truly comfortable in a bra? She looked at the bottle in her hand and began to imagine herself with bigger boobs. She was not small anymore, her age and slight weight gain from having two kids had grown her tits to respectable D cups. Now she was curious what it would be like if they were bigger. She was skeptical about the pills anyway. She never heard about bust enhancement pills that actually worked, especially not the way these were claiming to work. If anything, these were just placebos, or phony. She poured out two pills and then secured the lid to the bottle. She walked over to her night stand and set the bottle down, grabbing her half full glass of water. Sitting at the foot of the bed she took a deep breath and swallowed the pills with a good swig. Her heart was a flutter of activity as she sat and waited. And waited. "I knew this was too good to be true" she said with an air of disappointment. She was about to stand up and resume her day when a strange feeling swept over her. Olivia's chest both began to tingle and feel warm and flush. To her pleasant surprise she could actually feel her nipples harden and she quickly looked over in the mirror to confirm. They were rock hard and to her shock she could see them start to lengthen and grow thicker through her old shirt. A faint whimper and moan escaped her lips as she felt the tingling intensify. Her jaw dropped and her eyes half closed in a growing sexual bliss as she felt her tits begin to grow. The loose, worn fabric of her cotton shirt was quickly stretching to its limits as she grew. Her large D cups soon gave way to E and then F. Olivia's clit was on fire as well, the growing tingly sensation of her chest quickly was joined by a visible damp spot that soaked into the crotch of her pants. When her nearly orgasmic growth finally petered out a few seconds later, Olivia was shocked, and horny as hell. Her massively enlarged bust was nearly the size of volleyballs and hung heavily down her maturing chest. Small tears had formed down the center of her too tight teeshirt. Her nipples had grown to a couple inches long and formed their own small tents in her straining shirt as well, Olivia could actually feel how big they were now. Olivia wasn't able to think straight, she didn't care how her daughter came into possession of working growth pills, all she wanted right now was to get her rocks off. She needed relief! Olivia desperately searched around her room for something, anything that could be used as an artificial cock. She didn't have any toys for herself. Anytime before, she would happily use her own hands for the job; but now she needed something more substantial. Her desperation grew as each movement and the very fabric of her shirt sent mini orgasms into her system. She opened her last dresser drawer and found nothing of use. She held her knees tightly together and bounced up and down as if she were trying to hold going to the bathroom. This was a mistake as her bouncing triggered her new mass to bounce with her, further exasperating her dilemma. She was about to give up and drop to the floor when it hit her. "The kitchen! There's still a cucumber left!" She didn't know when Rachel would be home and she didn't care. If Brian showed up she would have no qualms about jumping his bones either. Olivia almost didn't make it. She hastily threw all the other items around before locating her prize. She slid down her sweatpants and popped a squat in the middle of the kitchen. "Oh my god! She cried as the phallic vegetable penetrated her wet pussy. She wasted no time vigorously fucking herself out in the open. Olivia was close, so close to her desired big finish when the alarm pad beeped. Indicating an open door. Seconds later they were upon her. "Oh my god! Olivia?" Said a very shocked Vivian with an equally shocked Brian. It was late in the afternoon by the time Rachel returned home. She tried to rush but there were three stores she had to shop at on this trip. "Hello?" She asked to a seemingly empty house. "Can anyone help me unload my car?" Hearing no response she began to look around. She went upstairs and passed the door to her mom's room. It was cracked slightly open and running water could be heard from her bathroom. "Rachel!" Brian said from the doorway of the hall bathroom. He was wrapped in a towel and his hair was still wet. "Have you thought about what we talked about earlier?" "I just got home, mom made me go to the store. Could you help me unload the car after you get dressed? I need time to figure something out." she said. Brian crossed his arms and stood there. "I know I fucked up! I promise I will figure something out, just give me some time. Please?" Rachel pleaded with him. "Fine, but don't come to me for help." He said. Brian then quickly dressed and then went downstairs. The two barely spoke a word as they set about their task. Olivia was now downstairs in the kitchen as well and went to work unloading the shopping bags. Her hair was still damp and she was dressed in her silk burgundy robe. Olivia's breasts had shrunk back down to their normal size and Rachel was none the wiser of her mother's transformation earlier that day. "Thank you for going to the store for me. I know it's not your favorite thing to do." She said to Rachel. "You're welcome mom." Rachel replied. She gave her mom a quick hug from behind and began to help her unload the bags. "How about I order us a pizza tonight?" Olivia asked. Rachel went back upstairs and took up her post in the window. She sat there for nearly an hour seeing nothing. All of the lights were off in Vivian's house and the curtains were drawn shut. Rachel began to wonder if she had left while she was at the store. Her mom texted her to come downstairs to eat dinner. Rachel reluctantly made her way down. The table was already set. Three boxes of pizzas and two cheesy breads were laid out with a stack of plates. Brian was already seated and only gave her a curt nod before looking away. "What would you like to drink?" Asked Olivia from the kitchen. "Just a soda please." Rachel said. Rachel noticed that Brian was looking down at his empty plate and she began to feel someone stand behind her. "Do you mind if I join you?" Rachel's blood ran cold and all the color drained from her face as she looked up and behind to her right side. She was now face to face with Vivian's immense rack, her large nipples protruding from the white tank top that barely contained their mass. To be continued, By Bearclaw88 for Literotica

Barkley College Remedial Human Sexuality Course: Part 5Two after-parties ensue, with a bit more vulnerability.By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the Podcast At Explicit Novels.Faculty PartyMr. Garza pulled his still very stiff cock from Mrs. Garza's wet pussy and addressed the class from behind the sofa, "Well I hope you all enjoyed today's lesson. Once you are properly recovered and all are dressed, you may be dismissed. We will have one more session in this course, and then you all will be all done with us. All of you are doing extremely well. We hope the class has been both helpful and pleasurable for all of you. Please remember our confidentiality pledge. Unless there is some grave violation of the rules, you're not in any danger of failing the course."All the students looked up at their teachers, most of them still in a daze from what had just happened. Eventually, all the students disconnected from each other and put their clothes back on, and gathered their things. They waited until all the students were dressed, before heading out of the room.The professors overheard the group talk of grabbing a pizza, as they were all starving by now. Rebecca offered to order delivery, and have them all come to her apartment. That's the last the professors heard, before the doors closed and locked.This left the two naked teachers all alone in the classroom again. Phoebe went over to her Antonio, and kissed him deeply, while reaching to find his firm cock pointed straight up between them."Now,” Phoebe directed Antonio; “Why don't you go sit on that chair, over there. Your hard cock felt so nice in me earlier, but now I want to ride that hard cock, for all my pleasure," Phoebe told her husband. Antonio followed her directions and went and sat in the chair, waiting for his wife. She walked over, mesmerized by his hard cock throbbing in anticipation. Phoebe straddled his lap and slowly sunk down on his throbbing hard cock. Antonio moaned in pleasure, as he felt his wife's tight pussy grip his over stimulated cock."Oh my god, babe you are so hard right now. I can feel my pussy having to stretch more than normal, because you are so hard you feel a little bigger. Oh yeah I'm going to enjoy riding this," She moaned to him, as she slid all the way down his cock. Phoebe started to ride Antonio's rigid cock as he reached around to grab hold of her large ass. She started bouncing harder as he caressed her ass. She knew it wouldn't be long until she had an orgasm after watching the student's sexy display, while they fucked each other.To increase her pleasure, and entice him more, she leaned forward pushing her large 36 double D breasts into his face. Antonio quickly took the opportunity, taking her sensitive nipple into his mouth, while she rode him. Eventually, Phoebe reached her crescendo, and came hard on her beloved Antonio's cock. He could feel his wife's vagina grabbing his cock, but he needed a little more to cum so he held tight to his wife's hips, and started pushing his cock up into her quickly. Phoebe groaned, feeling her husband fucking her from underneath with his big cock. This caused her to go straight into a second orgasm, directly from her first.She then felt his cock start to get bigger inside her, and she moaned to him, "Oh, yeah babe, I can feel you getting bigger inside of me. Give me all that cum!""Oh yeah, baby, here it cums! I'm going to cum so hard!" Antonio moaned to his wife, before unleashing his cum inside of her. Phoebe literally gasped when she felt him cumming inside her.‘Oh my gosh, that is a forceful cumshot.' Phoebe observed. ‘It feels like he's trying to blast me off of him with his cum.' Antonio's intense and forceful cumshot caused his wife to reach her third orgasm, as she groaned while she continued to rotate her hips on his exploding penis. Once she was exhausted from her orgasm Phoebe relaxed her body into her husband's. Suddenly she noticed that even though he had stopped cumming, his cock was still hard inside of her."Oh my god, babe are you still hard?" Phoebe said, as she rotated her hips on his still obviously hard cock."Oh, my baby, I guess I am. I guess watching those students fuck, really got me hornier than I expected. Do you want to keep going?" He asked."Oh, I definitely want to keep going, but I don't think I can ride you anymore. My legs are too tired." Phoebe said, as she got off of his still hard cock. She felt his cum from his copious load start to leak from in between her legs. She then decided to have more fun with Antonio, leaning down to take his sensitive cock in her mouth. Antonio moaned as he felt his wife's hot mouth, around his extra sensitive cock. Phoebe then cleaned his cock of their combined juices. She then pulled her mouth of his cock and said to him,"How was that, babe? Was it as good as having Michelle's young mouth, on your cock?""Oh babe, that was so good, and you give some of the best head ever, but I have to say that even though that girl is young, she definitely knows how to suck a cock really well," He told his wife. Phoebe then got down and laid on her back, on the mat, with her legs slightly spread waiting for her husband."Well then, maybe next time I will see if her tongue is as good in a pussy, as it is on a cock," she said; as he got into position between her legs."Oh, I would love to see that, baby. Now lay back and let me fuck you with this big, hard cock of mine," Antonio told his wife, as he pushed his overly sensitive cock back into his wife's tight vagina. Once her husband's cock was all the way inside of her, Phoebe wrapped her legs and arms around her husband, and brought him down for a deep kiss."I love you, babe," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "now, fuck me hard, and make me cum again, and I want to feel you shoot in me; again!" Antonio then took his wife's advice, and started to fuck her again, while he brought one hand up to grope her large breast, while he started feasting on her other breast, making sure to take his time and lick her nipple. She was moaning at all of his attention, and could feel herself quickly approaching another orgasm. Suddenly she came hard again on her husband's cock. Antonio moaned as he felt his wife cum, again gripping his cock hard. He could also feel his own orgasm approaching."Baby, you think you've got one more orgasm in you? Because I'm getting really close again," he moaned to his wife."Oh yeah; babe, I think I can work up one more orgasm for you. You just keep fondling my big tits, and fuck me with that big cock, and you will have me there, soon. I want to feel that big cock of yours, spurting in me again," Phoebe moaned back to her husband, her lover, her academic partner.Antonio kept fucking his wife hard, while he groped her big tits. He could feel her snake one hand down between them and start to play with her clit."Oh baby; I'm so close! Oh, here it is! I'm cumming!" He moaned to his dear Phoebe, as he started unloading a second orgasm, deep into her pussy."Oh yeah, babe! I can feel it shooting into me again! I'm cumming too!" Phoebe screamed, as her pussy grabbed hold of her husband's long, fat cock. Antonio let out a loud grunt as his wife's pussy clamped down on his ejaculating cock, and seemed to pull the juice from his hard penis. Eventually the two professors stopped cumming, and they just lay together, recovering from their intense orgasms. Both breathed deeply, and looked into each other's eyes with love, as they rested in each other's arms.The Student Pizza PartyMalcolm and Erika, were getting their clothes back on, after the third session ended. “God, I'm starving,” Erika blurted out.“So am I,” Malcolm admitted. This session was the longest, but the time flew by. “Do you wanna go grab a bite to eat, Erika?”“Hey,” Thomas interjected. “Are you guys grabbing some food? I'd love to join you. Elizabeth might also.”“Hell yeah! I don't mind” Erika assured Thomas, then looked over to Malcolm, seeking his openness to the idea.“Jolly fine with me, as long as we get some grub soon.” Malcolm assured. “I've had more than a good workout from Erika,” which caused her to blush.“Hey, I never denied being a sex-crazed nymph,” she admitted, owning her overt sexuality.Rebecca heard the four make plans, and told Bruce she was thinking of inviting everyone to her apartment for Pizza.“Do it,” Bruce encouraged, slipping on his sneakers. I'll come.Rebecca grinned and said “I'll bet you will!” then she went over and interrupted Erika, and offered to host an impromptu pizza party. “I'll place an order now, and we can have it delivered, probably shortly after we get to my place.”Michelle overheard the growing conversation and asked if she could join. Rebecca immediately realized this event was a great idea and all the students should not only be invited, but strongly encouraged to be a part of.“Devon, wait!” Rebecca yelled up the steps. Devon was the first one making his exit, but stopped dead in his tracks. Rebecca ran over and told the rest of her classmates of the pizza party. Bethany, Devon, Alexis, & Jackson all cheered.Meanwhile, Michelle went over to William and made sure he was informed and encouraged.Rebecca proceeded to the hall, and everyone followed. Bruce was concerned if Rebecca's roommates were okay with the unannounced imposition.“Not an issue,” she assured. “My place is actually on the top floor of Park Plaza Condominiums. Carrie and Marta are both back home for the summer. I have the place to myself.”‘Damn! A rich girl,' Devon surmised.Thomas yelled, to everyone in the hall; “Does anyone need a ride over to Park Plaza?”. A couple guys took him up on the offer.Bethany looked like she was going to ask Thomas for a lift. Grabbing her arm, the petite Rebecca said; “Hey, ride with me. I need someone to order the food on my app.“Sure!” Bethany accepted.Once everyone had rides and directions figured out, Rebecca & Bethany got moving.As Rebecca drove her little BMW out of the student parking lot, She handed her phone to Bethany; “Pull up the Dominos app. My acct is already in there.”“Got it!” Bethany said.“Damn! I forgot to ask everyone what toppings they wanted.”Bethany laughed; “Girl, right now, none of us give a damn! We're starved. We'll eat anything.”Park PlazaRebecca knew a shorter route to her condo. It might give her a couple minutes to pick up, before the others arrived.The two gals pulled into her reserved parking space and jogged into the building lobby. Rebecca told the security desk to expect up to 10 others to arrive shortly. She said to let them up if they use her name.In the penthouse, she sighed her relief when she saw that the cleaning lady had already came and left.The only embarrassing items were the dildo on the end table, and the erotic novel on the coffee table.Bethany chuckled as she watched Rebecca snatch up the evidence and run into a bedroom. “You're my kind of gal, Rebecca.”Coming back out a few seconds later, Rebecca confessed; “I know we're supposed to be comfortable with our sexuality, but I'm not quite ready to show off my toys and books. Not quite yet.”“What can I do to help get ready for company” Bethany offered.The two went to the kitchen and started putting things on the counter. The very tall, buxom Bethany towered over little Rebecca.“ Napkins, cups, plates. I think that's really all we need?” Bethany surmised. Then she turned to Rebecca, “Girl, your place is amazing, and you need to relax. Go greet your guests. I'll be done in a minute and we can all just enjoy a meal and celebrate our new friendships.”Thomas was first to arrive, with Malcolm and Bruce. They weren't sure how to act, in this posh environment. Rebecca was very reassuring. “My folks want their little girl taken care of,” she said. “Please don't hate me for that.”Bruce just hugged her and thanked her for her willingness to put this impromptu gathering together.Rebecca deflected; “Bethany was a huge help.”Michelle and William arrived next. Erika was right behind them.Just as the pizza delivery arrived, so did Michelle, Alexis, Jackson, and William.Before they ate, Rebecca got their attention and promised to keep her remarks short; “Thanks for coming over. My roommates are gone home for a few more weeks, so you're not going to offend them. Stay as late as you want, within propriety; and please, please, don't anyone talk about anything that happened in our course.”“What course,” Devon yelled. Which brought a hearty laugh from everyone.“If you need anything, just ask. Now eat up!” With that, Rebecca and Bethany guided the group through a food line, Bethany pouring drinks and Rebecca standing by with a big smile on her face, exchanging pleasantries with each guest standing in the line.A couple of classmates were on phones in the hall, making arrangements to clear their other obligations for the rest of the day. No one really knew why, but everyone had an inner sense that this meal was special, and they all had made themselves very vulnerable over the past week.As the final guests took their plates to the spacious living room, Bethany & Rebecca carried the remaining pizza boxes to the coffee table, for anyone wanting more.Then the two hostesses sat on the floor with the others, and the room was mostly silent. Whether no one knew what was safe to talk about, or was just too damned starving; they just ate and drank.Then Michelle let out a huge belch. “Sorry.” She said, and the room erupted in laughter.Elizabeth finally blurted out; “You're her!”Everyone looked at Elizabeth, waiting for context. “You're that model, Michelle.”Elizabeth had just finished her third slice, and was paging through the ‘Seventeen' magazine on the end table. She held up the tampon ad on the inside cover.Michelle wanted to hide. Her face turned beet red. She had no way to deflect or deny. Taking a deep breath, she said; “Yeah, I got some gigs last fall, and spent a few months in New York. The modeling agency just kept piling more and more gigs, and I failed 3 of my fall semester courses.”She finished with saying; “My parents put an end to it. Now I'm focusing totally on my schooling”Jackson was surprised and delighted. But he couldn't say anything. One of the hottest upcoming New York models just spent an afternoon having sex with him. Okay, the rest of the room knew that, But they did not know she was a virgin until just hours ago.Bruce tried to contain his smile. Just the other day, Michelle had deepthroated him. The room all knew that, but Bruce was tortured by the reality that even if he wanted to brag to others about it, he'd get kicked out of college and lose his wrestling scholarship.William observed; “Looks like we've already started playing some real-life ‘Truth or Dare'?”Erika observed; “I feel honored to be part of this class. The more that is revealed, the more I admire every one of you.”“Yeah,” Thomas agreed. “We all faced a scary challenge, and chose to trust each other. I'm just glad it's turned out so well.. so far.”“I know that's right,” Alexis spoke up. The whole room went quiet. The shy young woman rarely spoke up. They all knew she wanted to say something, and they patiently waited.“I unlearned a lot of crap this week. Long pause. My upbringing was a lot different, I was so naïve. So isolated. My mother has a religious whacky opposition to all thing sexual. It wasn't until this year that I finally started to question so many of my brainwashed assumptions.” What I learned this week… the biggest thing I learned, is that my own sexuality is nothing to punish myself for. I finally started to like the idea of sex.”Then, turning to Jackson, she added; “Now I absolutely love, love sex!” She winked at him and then took a deep breath and another bite of pizza.Devon asked the group; “Does anyone else wonder why this class wasn't even listed on the course catalog?”

Barkley College Remedial Human Sexuality Course: Part 4The third lab of Remedial Human Sexuality continues, as the classmates were asked to demonstrate specific intercourse techniques.By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the Podcast At Explicit Novels.Lab Three ContinuesDemonstration ThreeRebecca was still seated between Bruce's legs, on the sofa, so she could gently grind her big booty against his cock. As the professors called them up to demonstrate ‘Doggie Style' Rebecca slowly got up to head toward the mat. As she got up Bruce could only stare and be amazed at Rebecca's big, round ass. He eventually got up and followed her to the mat where she got down on her hands and knees and presented her big booty to Bruce. Bruce got behind her and just admired her ass for a bit rubbing his hand over her smooth ass.Devon, having just finished demonstrating his sexual prowess with the goddess, Bethany, went to the newly vacated sofa and laid down with his back against an armrest, and he gestured for Bethany to lay down with her back on his chest. Once reclined, Devon resumed his quiet delight in fondling Bethany's hefty breasts. While Bethany's head rested on his shoulder, he nibbled on her ear, until their noises became an obvious distraction. Rather than risk being told to disentangle, he contented himself in softly kneading her breasts, only occasionally pinching a nipple.Bruce continued to admire Rebecca and he fondled her luscious ass and wet cunt. Inwardly, Bruce was giddy. He thought; ‘Wow this is the best booty I've ever seen I can't believe I get to fuck Rebecca doggy style and just grab on to this huge ass.' He then got in position behind Rebecca and rubbed his long cock against her slit."Come on enough teasing," Rebecca moaned to him, "I want to feel you inside of me already!" Following her request, Bruce lined up his cock and then started to push it inside Rebecca's pussy. Rebecca moaned at the intrusion of Bruce's cock as he kept sliding deeper inside of her. Rebecca couldn't believe how deep Bruce was getting inside of her; it was definitely the deepest she had ever felt a man inside her before. Bruce grabbed onto Rebecca's hips and started thrusting away with nice long strokes that she could feel deep inside herself on the upstroke. Rebecca reached down and started playing with her clit while Bruce continued to thrust inside her.‘God this feels amazing,' thought Rebecca to herself, ‘Finally another good reason to have a nice big ass. If my big ass gets me fucked like this then I'm going to have to start bending over more and showing it off.' Bruce started to feel a little tension in his balls and started to worry that he was going to cum too soon. However, his worries were calmed down when Mrs. Garza told them it was time to stop. Rebecca moaned in displeasure when she felt Bruce pull his cock all of the way out of her."Alright thank you for that demonstration of doggy style. When you're able, you may sit down.” Mrs Garza instructed.Demonstration FourNow for the next position we are actually not going to use the mat as we are going to show the sitting position. Now in this position the man sits in a chair and the woman comes up to her seated partner, then straddles him, and lowers herself onto his penis, while facing him. Now in this position the woman has most of the control. The man just sits back and the woman uses his cock to get herself off while he enjoys watching.” She explained.Looking at the females, she added; “Ladies, this position is perfect after your man has had a long day and you want to give him a treat. Gals, if you're horny and your man has just enough to get his cock up, but not much more than that, you can still get your rocks off! It also serves well when you guy needs therapy fucking."“What's that,” Devon wanted to know.Mrs. Garza told the class; “when someone's feeling the blues, for whatever reason; sometimes a good screwing can effectively cure the condition.”"Now for this position why don't we have Jackson and Alexis demonstrate. Jackson you go ahead and sit in this chair over here.”“And then, Alexis you come over to him, and sit on his lap." Jackson quickly got up and went and sat in the chair that Mrs. Garza had set up for him.Erika and Bruce got up and took the sofa that Jackson & Alexis left. Erika gestured for Bruce to sit at one end of the sofa, then she laid her head on his lap and stretched her body out on the rest of the sofa. Once situated, she amused herself, stroking his cock while watching the next demonstration.Alexis then got up to go approach Jackson but as she was walking over Mr. Garza came over to her and whispered in her ear, "Now before you go right ahead and sit on his cock why don't you give his cock head a little suck. This way he will know you are really excited for him." Alexis nodded her head to show she understood, and as she continued to approach Jackson at the chair. Mr. Garza have her a firm smack on her nice ass, which, caused her to jump a little in surprise, but she realized she also liked it.As Alexis reached Jackson instead of straddling his lap she went down to her knees and following Mr. Garza advice she took Jackson's cock in her mouth and sucked hard on his cock head. Jackson moaned in pleasure and surprise as Alexis sucked on his cock for a bit. After taking some time to taste his cock Alexis got up and began to straddle Jackson. Jackson softly placed his hands on Alexis' shoulders as she situated herself. His 9 inch rod was well-sculpted, with many veins squiggled and bulging along the skin of his glorious shaft. It was aimed directly at her vagina, then she started to slowly lower herself onto Jackson's cock.With just his tip in her opening, she felt a firm pressure, followed by a stinging moment, immediately followed by her own downward drop, a couple inches lower. She stopped and looked deeply into Jackson's eyes. Jackson knew.“Take your time” He whispered in her ear. “We can take a break if you need to.”She nodded, then kissed him. Their tongues danced together in warm, wet, pleasure. The stinging in her vagina subsided. Jackson stopped the kiss and whispered in her ear again; “Do you need a break?”“Don't you dare stop” she whispered back. “This is a moment I dreamed of. I want your cock, further inside me, now!”“My pleasure, it's my honor to please you.” was Jackson's reply.‘Oh my gosh', Alexis marveled. ‘Jackson's cock is so big. I can't believe how deep he is going inside me.' She moaned out loud as she felt Jackson slide deep inside of her. After taking most of Jackson's cock inside her, she had to stop before taking him all the way. She took some time to adjust to Jackson's cock inside of her.Jackson meanwhile, loved every minute of Alexis sliding her really tight pussy down on his cock. Her pussy felt so good, gripping his cock. Feeling her pause for a moment Jackson reached around and grabbed hold of Alexis's firm ass and held her up a bit as she adjusted to his large size. Eventually, Alexis started riding Jackson's penis again, which caused Jackson to moan and grab Alexis's ass, then he ran his finger over her anus as he felt her pussy start to massage his dick.As Alexis bounced up and down on Jackson's cock, Jackson leaned forward and took one of Alexis's long nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple. Alexis moaned as she felt Jackson suck on her hard, sensitive nipple while also enjoying his hands holding on tight to her ass. His index finger on her ‘rosebud' felt so arousing! Alexis was actually feeling so good that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in her vagina. She started moaning harder and grabbing on tighter to Jackson as she bounced more on his dick. Finally she surprising reached a crescendo and had a very powerful orgasm on Jackson's penis.Jackson was so surprised to feel Alexis cumming on his dick and loved feeling how tight her pussy got on his cock. Once Alexis finished her orgasm Mrs. Garza interrupted her sexual bliss."Well now that Alexis has finished enjoying herself, I think it is time for us to proceed to the next position."Demonstration FiveMrs. Garza then addressed the class again, "Now for the next position we will demonstrate the side-by-side position commonly known as spooning. In this position the woman lies on her side with the man behind her. He then slowly scoots behind her and slowly penetrates her. This position is perfect for a lazy morning when you wake up and feel your man pressing his morning wood into your ass. You then just open your legs a little bit and let him push inside of you. Now to demonstrate this position why don't we have Erika and Malcolm."The two students then got up and proceeded to the mat. Malcolm lingered slightly behind Erika so he could enjoy watching her body. He was amazed that he had never noticed how sexy Erika's body was; she was all curves, full, heavy 36D breasts and a round healthy ass that fit with her wide 36-inch hips.Mr. Garza discretely handed Alexis a few paper towels. She and Jackson were still seated in the chair. As the class focused on Malcolm & Erika,, Alexis handed Jackson a couple of the towels, which he then used to discretely wipe his straining rod of Alexis' vaginal secretions and some blood. Alexis used another towel to wipe herself clean. She then took Jackson's hand to help him up, then kissed him again, and whisper; “Thank you so much for that.”He handed her his wadded up towels and she escorted him to the open sofa, then cuddled up to him, with her head in his chest and her free hand on his 9 inches.Meanwhile, Erika got down on the mat and lay on her side with her ass sticking out. She then turned back around to look at Malcolm who was standing in awe of her body. Malcolm then shook himself out of his blissful stupor, and went to lie down on the mat behind Erika, reaching to caress her hips. He then got in position behind Erika and rubbed his hard cock against the crack of her ass.Erika enjoyed feeling Malcolm's large cock head rubbing against her ass but she wanted to feel him inside of her instead so she slightly lifted her upper leg, and Malcolm took the incentive and lined his cock up with her pussy. Malcolm then took hold of her leg and worked on pushing his penis inside of Erika. It took him a moment to get the head of his penis inside of her, but once he was able to do that, it was easier to slide the rest of his penis inside of herErika moaned as she felt Malcolm's cock enter her. She loved the feel of Malcolm's large cock head as he slide in and out of her, she especially loved when his large cock head would rub against her G-spot. Erika was quickly feeling herself approaching an orgasm. Malcolm loved thrusting in and out of Erika, especially watching her large ass ripple & bounce against his cock with every thrust.He also noticed that her upper body weight was rested on her elbow, leaving him an opportunity he just now realized. With his elbow supporting him, he scooted close enough to kiss her shoulder while surprising her unsuspecting tits by some special fondling and pinching. Erika loved feeling Malcolm fondling her sensitive tit and continued moaning under Malcolm's attentions.Malcolm loved having a beautiful moaning girl in his arms and he decided he wanted to finish Erika off so he pulled her knee way up, then let go of it and reached around, then started rubbing Erika's clit. She held onto her raised leg and enjoyed the ride of her life. Between having one of Malcolm's hands cupping her large, sensitive breast while his other hand rubbed her clit, and having his large cock head bumping against her G-spot, she began having a large very intense orgasm. Erika got an additional thrill from getting to share this pleasure with several spectators. She delighted in spreading herself out to share her naked body with 12 very entertained eyes.After Erika stopped shaking from her intense orgasm, Malcolm withdrew his cock from her well-stimulated vagina. Mr. Garza then congratulated Malcolm on successfully giving his partner a very pleasurable orgasm.Demonstration SixMr. Garza then addressed the class once again, "Now it is time for the final position we will demonstrate today, this position is commonly known as reverse cowgirl. Now just like the position that Bethany and Devon demonstrated earlier this position has the man lying on his back with the woman on top. Now where this position differs is that instead of the woman facing the man she faces away from the man when she sits on his penis. The woman can control how she takes the man's penis. She can control the depth and angle of the man inside of her. If the woman wants to have more pleasure she can lean back into the man.Now I believe it's time for our last couple to demonstrate this position so Elizabeth and Thomas why don't you come up here and show the class this final position?" Elizabeth and Thomas quickly got up from their seats and Thomas grabbed the mat and slid it over to the Chaise Lounge where the two professors were seated. Then he laid down on the mat, but with a couple throw pillows propped up so he could better enjoy the visuals of this petite gal riding him. His rigid cock was already pointed upwards ready for Elizabeth.Elizabeth looked down and couldn't believe how thick Thomas's cock was. She slowly got on her knees at his feet. She bent over and Thomas moaned in pleasure as he felt his fat cock first being licked and sucked by the busty, skinny female. Then, she rose up on crawled up beside him on the mat. A swift moment after that, she swung one leg high over his head and landed it on the mat, straddling him and giving him a preview of her bald pussy. She rose her torso up, vertical, then moved down to his hips. She stopped a moment to fondle his ball sack, then grabbed a firm hold of his incredibly thick log. The next thing he felt is wet warmth and his thick cock started to slide into Elizabeth's pussy. Elizabeth could feel her pussy stretching around Thomas's thick cock.‘Oh my gosh this is a fat cock,' Elizabeth thought to herself, ‘I can't believe I'm actually taking this cock inside of me.' Elizabeth continued to moan as she rode Thomas. Thomas took the time to view Elizabeth's round ass and watched it bounce as she rode him. Her tight pussy felt so good on his cock and he took the opportunity to reach and grab hold of that round booty.Elizabeth looked back when she felt Thomas's hand on her ass, "Yeah that's right grab that ass." Thomas was further encouraged by Elizabeth's enthusiasm, he grabbed tighter onto her ass, as she rode him more enthusiastically. Elizabeth leaned back giving Thomas the perfect opportunity to fondle her large chest. She loved the feeling of Thomas groping her chest while one hand was still holding tight to her ass. Though his cock was thick the fact that it was a little shorter meant the head of his cock was aimed right at her G-spot, which was driving her crazy and bringing her closer to an orgasm.She grabbed the hand that was holding on to her ass and brought it around to her pussy. Thomas got the hint and immediately started rubbing her clit. A moment later he slid his upper hand down from her nipple, and rubbed his thumb against her anus. This was too much for Elizabeth and she immediately started to cum hard on Thomas's cock."Well, now that Elizabeth and Thomas have shown us the final position of the day I think it's time we finish the lesson plan we designed for today," Mrs. Garza told the class.After the students were introduced to six different intercourse positions, by their classmates, the professors compassionately provided them Lab Four, to both prove their mastery of the curriculum, and to relieve themselves of some very, very pent up sexual passions.Lab FourMr. Garza then said, "Alright I think it's time for the rest of you all to finish what you were doing earlier. I want each of you to get back together with your current lab partner, and continue practicing the position you demonstrated for the class." The students didn't need to be told twice and they all quickly got back into the position they had demonstrated for the class.The students were encouraged to work on their further mastery of the demonstration material. The demonstrated sex positions were assigned as follows:· Michelle & William – Missionary· Bethany & Devon - Cowgirl· Rebecca & Bruce - Doggie· Alexis & Jackson - Seated· Erika & Malcolm - Spooning· Elizabeth & Thomas - Reverse CowgirlThe teachers then walked around the class, to see how well their students had been learning their lessons. Mr. Garza walked by William and Michelle.Michelle wanted to try the reverse cowgirl position. She was working hard to get his cock back inside her tight recently-virgin vagina. Once he was inside, she took her time with slow, shallow thrusts, slowly getting him deeper and deeper inside her. Michelle saw Mr. Garza watching them, with his stiff cock. It was pointed out because he was so aroused by the many demonstrations. Having popped her cherry at last, she felt free. She felt adventurous.So Michelle looked up at her teacher and boldly asked, "Mr. Garza, can I suck on your cock for a bit?" Mr. Garza was shocked at his student's brazen request but he was so turned on he couldn't resist her request. He stepped up to her and offered his hard cock to his attractive young student. Michelle immediately took the opportunity to take her teacher's rock hard cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of having William pushing his thick cock into her pussy while her teacher's cock filled her mouth.William reached down and used his middle finger to ‘rim' her stretched out cunt, along the side of his massive log. Once his finger was fully soaked, he used it to rub her anal ‘rosebud'. She reached around to take his finger, and she pushed it into her tight anus. All the while she was sucking vigorously on the professor's long cock. She used some tongue on his underside, which set him on a rapid course for exploding in her mouth.Mr. Garza couldn't believe what his young student was doing to his cock. ‘Oh my god, this girl may be just a teenager but man does she know how to give head. I'm definitely going to have to try this some more later, But right now I better pull out before I cum in her mouth.' Mister Garza slowly withdrew his cock from Michelle's mouth. Michelle had a look of disappointment on her face as her teacher pulled out of her mouth.Mr. Garza looked back down at his student and said, "That was amazing, but why don't you help out William now. It looks like he's really enjoying your pussy."Michelle was so proud that she just had all three openings filled at the same time, but wanted to follow her professor's instructions. She looked over her shoulder at William and then quickly announced; “I'm switching positions!” She spun 180 degrees and straddled facing him, but leaned down, so she could kiss him deeply.She then said to him, "Come on stud. Fuck me hard with that big cock!" W

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SEASON 3 EPISODE 144: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN A-Block (1:45) SPECIAL COMMENT: Well, there it is, finally - the perfect storm that can dethrone or at least deplete Trump and of course it's his fault. HE has openly admitted he's covering up the Epstein Files, and he has in essence confessed he's in the Epstein Files. The problem is a simple one: Trump promised to give them pedophiles. They were promised politician pedophiles. They were promised that the politicians who were covering up Epstein were the pedophiles. And then one day Trump suddenly decided to announce that HE was the politician who was covering up Epstein and he SCOLDED them and HUMILIATED them and YELLED at them for challenging his god-ordained RIGHT to cover up Epstein, and they said in their confusion “but you promised us that you would reveal the pedophile politicians that were covering up Epstein and…wait a minute... that means...” As of mid-afternoon Trump was getting ratioed, on his own social media site, nearly 4:1 by angry, confused, moronic MAGAs. They have lived and died by his insistence that only pedophile politicians personally implicated in the Epstein documents and "client list" would be keeping them from being released. Now his two conflicting piles of bull have clashed, and he has been buried under them. UNFORTUNATELY TRUMP'S RESPONSE is utterly predictable: he will double down on Trump-ISIS atrocities, on torturing immigrants. It will give his 'people' the snuff films they want and may deflect their rage, at least for awhile. But remember, any time you see ICE threatening kids, to shout "Watcha doin? Grabbing those kids so Trump can take them to Epstein Island?" B-Block (30:46) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: Karoline Leavitt thinks her conference calls are being interfered with by the devil. Riley Gaines' reward for stirring up murderous hate against Trans people? She gets to audition for Fox, and conflate criticism of Israel with antisemitism. Her skills are so varied: she's 85th best in swimming AND propaganda! And then there's winner Caitlin Francis, a rando from California who has the kind of advice only a homeschooling MAGA mother can present to you: dogs and cats have no souls, so if their vet bills exceed $1000, kill them. Say, Mrs. Francis, what's your over-under on your sick kids? (44:17) SPORTSBALLCENTER: Would you like to play in tomorrow night's baseball All-Star Game? Because that's the only stunt they have left to save the dying exhibition, now that they've decided that five big league games is sufficient experience to be an All-Star? And the floodgates may have just opened in St. Louis, where a pro sports team is eliminating its separate radio and TV play-by-play teams and simulcasting. This is the future, and it's not pretty. C-Block (1:05:00) THINGS I PROMISED NOT TO TELL: Somebody asked me what was my favorite joke that I ever did on the air. So here's a bunch - starring Albert Hall, the Takko-Bell trade, and the day the Reading Phillies set me up to get ejected from a minor league baseball game.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A Day at the AcademyIn 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Don, Evelyn, & Nicole enjoy the Academy, with Orgy Night.Don awoke with a smile on his face.He slowly rolled onto his back and blinked up at the clear blue sky. Life is very good! he thought with immense satisfaction.He didn't need to raise his head to appreciate his surroundings, but he did anyway. Of course, it was a beautiful morning with a view of the countryside all around, and even that of the Resort across the river was wonderful, but those weren't the best parts. The open area at the top of the library that served as their bedroom was lovely, filled with comfortable furniture, tastefully chosen, though created would be a better word, by Evelyn, but that wasn't what made him smile like this every morning. Not at all. Asleep on the big round bed were two of his favorite women, both wonderfully naked. Closest to him was his beloved Evelyn, her dark red hair a wonderful mess obscuring her adorable face. Don took a moment to admire her lovely, muscular back and perfect, tight ass. On the other side of Evelyn, stretched out in slender, ebony sexuality was Nicole, snoring quietly.The young woman had come a long way since he had met her at the Manor's garden maze. Like Don and Evelyn, Nicole had completed her complicated quest to earn a black ring, making her what Don continued to think of as a Lord of Eros. Unlike them, though, she had yet to return to Earth, but seemed to have taken up permanent residence in "this paradise of sexual delight," as she put it. Nicole had created a brightly colored fun house she named the Rumpus Room in a corner of the Resort, and she divided most of her time between there and here at the Academy on the other side of the river.Nicole hadn't met Evelyn until after they had both gotten their black rings, but she had almost instantly developed a serious crush on Don's partner. Of course, this didn't bother Don at all, not least because this meant he got to enjoy much more sex with the lithe young woman. It was almost what people called a throuple, though it was clear to everyone involved that the primary relationship was between Don and Evelyn. Nicole didn't seem to have a problem with this and was quite happy to enjoy sharing their bed and a nice variety of other pieces of furniture, and a much wider variety of playmates.Even with Nicole's regular presence, there were plenty of nights when Don and Toshia enjoyed each other's company in the lovely, relatively quiet intimacy that could only be had between two lovers.These ruminations stirred his cock, but he decided to let the women sleep. Don had always been an early riser, and he thought they both looked too beautiful slumbering like that in the morning light to disturb.Don padded down the ramp to the ground floor of the library, silently amused by the occasional snoozing reader in the various nooks he passed. After a quick shower off to the side of the library's big doors and grabbing an apple from the Perpetual Fruit Stand just outside the library, Don headed across the Academy grounds to what he continued to think of as the Shelonda Center. He smiled at the pile of naked bodies on one side of the large Japanese-style studio. They had apparently collapsed there after a late-night orgy. He chucked his apple core high into the sky, arcing into the forest beyond, and moved to the center of an empty platform, away from the sleepers.Don took several deep breaths, centering himself, and then went into his morning ritual, performing a long series of stretches and meditation that he considered his own personal yoga. He didn't think he really needed to stretch to avoid injury, as he had on Earth, but simply enjoyed the process of waking up his mind and warming up his body.When he was done with the yogic part of his morning, he moved to the back of the platform and put on a pair of loose slacks, bloused at the ankles. Don had discovered that he preferred to have at least this much clothing on when he practiced his kung fu. Not only did he find it a bit more comfortable than vigorously working out in the nude, but wearing the pants separated this part of his life from the more explicitly sexual aspects.This was not to say that his morning practices didn't often turn into sexual activities. Sometimes he would have company. There had been informal students who he would instruct in what was becoming his own Erosian style of kung fu, and occasionally there were sparring partners. Often these sessions turned into enthusiastic bouts of licking, sucking, and fucking. When Toshia and Sarah had come to visit, right after their initial trip to the Manor, and Toshia had asked him to "show them his stuff," his exhibition was immediately followed by an intense threesome, which became a foursome when Evelyn caught up with them.These thoughts reminded Don that Toshia and Sarah were out there somewhere on their own ring quest, or quests. He wondered what kinds of things the Watchers would demand of them and what kind of sexy shenanigans would be involved. Don looked forward to getting a report filled with details next time he saw either or both of them. For now, though, he pushed such things from his mind as he settled into working through his forms, ever pushing himself to sink lower, move faster, and jump higher.By the time he was done running through his workout, the sleepers had arisen, bathed a bit in the fountain in the center of the building, and wandered off. One woman, though, remained, sitting on the edge of the fountain and watching Don as he practiced the kama form he was developing. He gave her a smile and considered her directly only when he was finished.She had lovely light brown skin, a slender but fit body, and long black hair that seemed to be hanging into the water behind her.As soon as Don put his kamas in their place on the rack, he stripped off his pants, dropped them in a bin to be laundered (by one of the blanks who tended to the Academy), and crossed to the fountain. As he approached, he saw that his watcher was simply gorgeous, with big brown eyes that watched him as he walked up. Her flat chest suited her nicely, and her hair did indeed stream down her back and spread out in the water behind her.He offered her a warm smile, his cock already beginning to rise in anticipation."That was very beautiful," she said with a lilting French accent."Thank you," he nodded. "I'm Don.""Élodie," she smiled up at him. Though Don had planned to go to the side of her to splash some water on himself, Élodie reached out to take hold of his cock and draw him to her. In another moment her warm mouth had taken his head in, suckling it, her tongue running all over it, as Don's shaft quickly thickened in her grasp.As he took the beautiful woman's head gently in his hands, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth and then her velvety throat, Don again thought Life is very good!Evelyn slowly drifted toward full consciousness. She enjoyed the feeling of the firm mattress beneath her, covered by the soft sheets, as well as the gentle breeze caressing her skin. She could feel the warmth of a human body next to her on the bed, and knew it was Nicole. This was partly because Nicole was snoring a little.Evelyn wasn't surprised the younger woman was still sleeping; she had been particularly active the night before. By the time she had joined Don and Evelyn in their bed, Nicole had been busy, as evidenced by the various drying bodily fluids decorating her lovely dark skin and the sweet cum leaking out of her cunt and ass. Nicole had then thrown herself into that night's threesome with enthusiasm, doing more than her fair share of licking and sucking, as well as fingering, then fisting. By the time Evelyn had begun to lose her battle against sleep, Nicole was straddling Don, riding his cock vigorously.Reaching out, Evelyn was only a little surprised to find that Don was already up and about. He had a hard time sleeping much after the sun came up. She frowned slightly in disappointment. She realized then that she would have liked to have started the day with his cock in her. She resolved to end the day that way. As she slowly pushed herself up and started crawling off the bed, Evelyn decided she should also say something to him about letting her enjoy some morning play more often.Of course, Evelyn knew she could play with Nicole, but it wasn't quite the same. Evelyn had grown quite fond of Don's penis, as well as many of his other body parts. Besides, Nicole no doubt needed the sleep.Evelyn began working her way slowly down the library tower. As she went, she looked for stray books that had been left abandoned by absent-minded and/or sex-addled readers. Every time she came across such a book, she'd simply shelve it in the nearest available spot. Part of the library's magic was that the books would automatically sort themselves and make whatever you wanted to find ready for you. Evelyn smiled at the few people she passed who had fallen asleep with books in hand or on their laps, and at several who had already awakened and gone back to reading.Like Don before her, Evelyn made straight for the outdoor shower just outside the library. As she let the XYZ-water flow over her, washing away the remnants of the night before's revelries, she thought she should add a shower or a nice tub to their bedroom on top of the tower. Evelyn frowned, realizing that she had often had this thought but somehow always managed to forget to follow through when she got back up there. Must be that damn cock of Don's, she thought with a smile.As if summoned by Evelyn's thoughts, a cock appeared before her. A dark-skinned young man stepped into the shower. He wasn't much taller than her, and not particularly athletic, though he was what seemed to be Erosian fit, which was to say in better shape than most of the men on Earth. His tightly curled black hair was short. He smiled and said, "Good morning," in a thick accent that sounded much like India's.Evelyn returned his smile and greeting, openly admiring his naked body and manhood. Though it wasn't particularly big, it was a cock, and it was getting thicker as he watched her while standing under the water running in shimmering rivulets down his ebony skin.There were three shower heads in this little, three-sided enclosure. Evelyn had taken the leftmost out of habit and because it was closest to the library. The young man had taken the rightmost, no doubt to be polite. Evelyn wasn't particularly concerned with politeness at the moment.With another smile at the stranger, she stepped over to the middle shower, which automatically switched on, water instantly heated to just the right degree. She took up some soap, started working up a nice lather with the handy sponge, and made a nice show of washing her throat and breasts, all while watching the young man do much the same. Happy to note that he was not only watching her bathe but that his sex was responding nicely, she said, "I'm Evelyn.""Neto," he smiled. He was apparently a man of few words, but that was okay, Evelyn wasn't interested in his words.Evelyn gave Neto a wink as she ran the soapy sponge down over her taut belly. She watched him watching her as he moved his own sponge down toward his cock, which was now standing out in front of him at attention. Evelyn licked her lips, thinking how nice it would be to just drop to her knees in front of him right there. Chuckling to herself a bit, she turned around to let the water rinse the soap off her chest and belly. She hoped young Neto was taking the opportunity to admire her ass.He apparently was, for she almost immediately felt a warm hand caressing her behind. This was followed by a sponge moving over her skin as Neto's free hand moved up over her back and then slipped around to her front. The sponge worked downward, spreading her cheeks a bit before exploring lower. Evelyn parted her legs a little to let Neto move the soft, soapy sponge between them. Meanwhile, his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it. Evelyn felt his mouth on her neck then, and she let out a loud, happy sigh.Though she was reluctant to stop Neto from what he was doing with his hand and the sponge, Evelyn turned around under the water and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. He responded enthusiastically, dropping his sponge to the floor, and squeezing her ass tightly in his hands. She felt his straining erection pressed against her tummy.While their tongues got acquainted, Evelyn reached down to grasp Neto's cock tightly, squeezing more than pulling. She broke their kiss long enough to say, "I want you to fuck me, Neto."He grinned and nodded his understanding, which he further underscored by bending his knees a bit and hoisting her up. Evelyn laughed a bit in surprise as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tightly. Neto took two steps forward and Evelyn felt the wall against her back. He reached down around her left thigh, and she felt the head of his cock slipping between her labia. She nodded her approval and relaxed her grip on him enough to sink down, letting him slip inside her.Evelyn groaned as she felt his nice, hard sex opening her up and filling her just as she needed. She rocked her hips a bit, working her horny little clit against the base of his cock. She smiled at Neto and said, "Yes, good! Fuck me!"Then she was kissing him again while he began to move in and out of her grasping cunt. She used her hold on his shoulders and her legs' purchase on his hips to work her body up and down on his stiff cock, loving the way her nipples were rubbing against his naked, wet chest, how her clit was being stimulated as they coupled, and the feeling of her hungry cunt being so wonderfully used.Almost without warning, Evelyn felt her first orgasm of the day explode and careen through her body. She clenched down on Neto's cock and clawed at his dark shoulders. As she slowly came down, she found she was kissing and biting at his neck. Laughing a little at herself, she smiled at Neto. She wanted him to keep fucking her, but there wasn't any need to tell him that. He seemed quite intent on shoving into her with a steady tempo. Still, Evelyn didn't want him to work too hard for his orgasm."Put me down," she said.As soon as she could, Evelyn unwrapped herself and put her feet on the ground. When Neto's cock slipped out of her, she quickly caught hold of it. She wasn't done with that yet.With the water still pouring down over her, Evelyn turned around and leaned forward, supporting herself against the wall with her free hand. She tossed her soaking wet hair around as she looked over her shoulder with a suggestive smile. Neto grinned and clearly understood what she had in mind, for he moved up behind her, bent his knees a little, took his cock from her hand and slowly, deliberately pushed it up into Evelyn's cunt.Pushing back on him with both hands on the wall and water spraying all over her back, Evelyn said, "Yes, that's it! Fuck me!"She was up on the balls of her feet as Neto drove into her with rising passion. She wanted him to fill her with his seed, but she suddenly wanted more than that. Shifting her weight a bit, she supported herself with one arm and slipped her now free hand down to begin stroking her clit. She felt Neto's cock swelling inside her as her fingers were strumming furiously at herself. When he groaned and she felt him shoving hard into her, his spasming cock pumping hot cum deep into her, Evelyn gave herself up to another orgasm, this one loud and long. As she shook there suspended between cock and wall, rained on by the shower, she felt Neto's cum leaking out of her and running over her fingers.She smiled to herself and thought Another beautiful day in Eros!It was almost noon when Nicole woke up. She blinked at the bright sun overhead, wishing for the occasional cloudy day. Though she knew that there were parts of Eros with less persistently perfect weather, here in the Resort-Rendezvous River valley it was always a glorious late-spring/early-summer day. Nicole had to admit, it was getting a bit monotonous.Then she remembered all the fun she'd had the day and night before, and all the fun in the years before that. She smiled and stretched on the big bed atop Evelyn's library. Though she was half-tempted to just lie there until Don and/or Evelyn came back, she knew she'd sooner find some fun if she went looking for it. And, besides, she was hungry.Nicole devoured a whole apple and a banana before she got into the shower, where she scrubbed herself clean of her previous exploits, so that she might cover and fill herself with the fruit of today's play.Looking around for inspiration, Nicole's eyes settled on the big pavilion that served as the school part of the Academy. She had seen both Evelyn and Don attempt to teach there. Evelyn was better at keeping an actual class going, perhaps because philosophy was more conducive to unstructured discussions than Erosian history or geography, or whatever Don was up to, but inevitably, and predictably, the classes evolved into small or large sex parties. With a saucy smile and an amusing idea, Nicole set off for the pavilion.There were only a handful of people lounging about the area as Nicole made for the large cabinet at the intersection of two of the movable "classroom" partitions. She wasn't in the least surprised to find that the cabinet had exactly what she was looking for when she opened it. She put on the white lab coat and buttoned it up. Of course, it fit her perfectly, though with no clothes underneath it wasn't really doing a good job of covering her.Struggling a bit with the bulky easel and the poster she'd gotten from the cabinet, she set up her instructive display next to the desk, and then went to the blackboard to write, in large letters, "Anatomy 101 with Prof. Nicole."Chuckling a bit to herself, Nicole brushed the chalk off her hands, picked up the handy pointer-stick-thingy, moved around to the front of the desk and half-sat, half-leaned on its edge, and waited. It didn't take long before a few people moved closer, no doubt out of curiosity. She looked up and counted four potential students, one woman and three men. It didn't seem like it was reasonable to expect any others to join in anytime soon, so she began with, "Hello class. I'm you're instructor today, Professor Nicole. Before we get into things, we should take a minute to introduce ourselves. I just told you who I am, so it's your turn. Let's start with you."She indicated the "student" furthest to the right, an older, white guy with black hair and piercing blue eyes who, with a noticeable Russian accent, announced that he was Pyotr.Next was another white guy, who Nicole thought was her own age or younger, who flashed her a smile and said, "I'm Levi." He was quite muscular and had green eyes and a European accent she couldn't quite place but found extremely sexy. Levi was already the teacher's pet.The third student was a dusky-hued, middle-aged Indian fellow who introduced himself as Viyaan. He seemed to be as interested in Levi as Nicole was.Finally, all the way to the left, was a pretty blonde with an athletic body featuring nice full tits. Her hair was curly and fell to her mid-back. She had dark skin for a blonde, but that just made her more attractive. Nicole guessed she was closer to Viyaan's age than Levi's or her own. She smiled at Nicole and the guys and said her name was Allison."Very good," Nicole smiled as she pushed herself up off the edge of the desk. "Welcome to human anatomy. Today we'll be focusing on the external sex organs."She used the pointer to gesture to the displayed poster, which showed diagrams of both male and female genitalia. It amused her a great deal to be pretending to teach such a topic here in Eros where everyone was quite familiar with the subject matter and had plenty of visual aids available. Regardless, she forged ahead."Who knows what these are called?" Nicole asked. "Pyotr?"The older man grinned and said, "Balls.""Yes, good," Nicole nodded, "but what about their official name?""Testicles," Levi said with that charming smile.Nicole smiled back at him, "Excellent! That's right. What about this?"Nicole worked through all the parts and terms she could remember from her last anatomy class, which she now realized had been years ago, in Erosian time. It only occurred to her part way through that it would have been fun to make up silly names for all the body parts and filed that away for next time. After working through each part on the poster, she quizzed them by pointing to random spots and calling on her "students" to name them.She was a bit surprised to find that the whole thing was a lot of fun. Nicole could now see how Don and Evelyn could be teachers back on Earth. Still, given the way Levi's flirtatious demeanor was making her cunt all nice and warm, Nicole thought she lacked the fortitude to teach without getting herself into serious trouble, at least on Earth."Very good, class," Nicole smiled at her four students. "But you don't need to be able to identify these wonderful things on silly diagrams, do you?" She emphasized her question by tossing the poster off toward the cabinet in the corner. With a twinkle in her eye she said, "We need to be able to find them out in the wild. I need a volunteer."Unsurprisingly, Levi's hand shot up. With a laugh, Nicole gestured for him to come up and had him stand in front of the desk facing the others. She was quite pleased to note that he seemed to have a rather long cock that was already swelling with anticipation."Now, who wants to come up and show us what they've learned on our real-life subject?"Nicole was thinking that if no one volunteered she'd be happy to get directly involved with the demonstration. However, though Allison was smiling approvingly at Levi's body, it was Viyaan who raised his hand."Come on up, then, Viyaan," nodded Nicole. "Show us Levi's glans. Good, now the testicles. Oh, a little more gently perhaps.""At least your hand is warm," Levi laughed."Okay, now the shaft?" Nicole prompted. She didn't know how anybody could get that one wrong, and Viyaan immediately grasped Levi's impressive length. He promptly began to stroke it slowly, watching as it began to expand in his hand.Nicole snickered a bit to herself at the expression on Levi's face, which was torn between surprise and titillation. She suspected the muscular cutie hadn't ever had a man stimulate him so. The fact that he was getting so visibly aroused by the slow hand job suggested that he wasn't exactly unhappy about the situation.Nicole said, "Very good, Viyaan. Now, Allison, why don't you come up here so Pyotr can show us he's been paying attention?"In another minute, the fit blonde with the big tits and a lovely puffy cunt was sitting up on the edge of the desk as Pyotr showed that he did in fact have a good understanding of the material. Nicole grinned and said, "Now we didn't cover this, but do you know where her g-spot is?"

The Honeymoon.Captain Evelyn Sage starts a new life with Professor Don.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 6. The HoneymoonToshia punched Don in the shoulder. "Ha! I knew it!" she laughed. "I knew you two were into each other!""First, ow! Second, yeah, yeah, I thought so too, Well, I hoped, and I'm glad you were right."She leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'm glad, too. I can't be the only love of your life.""That escalated quickly!" Don laughed. "And why not?""Well, I've got Sarah, and a girl's only got so much time and energy," she grinned.Don smiled at her and said, "That's fair, I suppose.""But, so what happened? Did she go with you to get her own ring?""Yes, she did," Don nodded. "She left Megan in command of the Maidenhead, and we took the Riverboat upriver, set off cross country, got to the valley and then climbed up to the Crimson Mountain.""You are leaving so much out!" Toshia laughed."Well, I've got to finish the story, right?""Yeah, but give me the highlights at least. Did Sage go back to her celibacy?""Oh no, that was over," Don smiled."Excellent! This must have been like your honeymoon. How did she like the Riverboat and the Resort? Is she as much fun in an orgy as I am?""Well, first, nobody's as much fun at an orgy as you are!""Suck up!"Don laughed, "And, 'honeymoon'? I don't know if I'd go that far, but I see your point. Well, we cut through Rendezvous pretty quickly, and we managed to catch the Riverboat just before it started upriver.""That was lucky.""Oh, we would have found some way to pass the time, ""I'm sure!" Toshia grinned. "So, how was the river trip? At least tell me about that.""Well, we talked about it and decided to try to stick together as much as possible until we got to the pleasure dome. So, if they played the same game the first night, we'd sit it out, but they had another mixer scheduled."After the flurry of activity involved in leaving the Maidenhead and getting to the Riverboat (and Sage wanted to know why it didn't have a name), they enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy a spirited session of fucking on the nearest lounger. Then they commandeered an empty cabin for a nice shower, which, naturally enough, led to more sex, first in the shower, and then on the cabin's bed, which eventually led them back into the shower. As they were drying off and Sage was gathering up the clothes she had brought along, a pretty, blonde woman in a white uniform with a rather short skirt appeared in the cabin doorway and said, "Welcome aboard!""Hi, Sally," Don waved."Oh, hi, Don! Welcome back! We're going to have a fun mixer game in a little bit! It's couples night, so partner up and meet us all up in the ballroom!" Then she had hurried on."I'm standing right here," Sage grumbled with mock irritation.Don shrugged, "I suppose she didn't want to presume anything.""Was it 'couples night,' when you were here before?""No, the first time was kind of a random mixer, 'Cabin Fever,' I think, and the second time Shelonda and I skipped the activity."As they made their way up to the ballroom, Sage asked about the random mixer and Don explained how the women went to claim cabins for themselves while he and the other men waited in the ballroom until Sally let them draw numbers from a black bag she had."We then went to the cabin that matched up with the number and 'got to know' whichever woman was there. When a chime sounded, we hurried back to the ballroom to draw another number.""Wow, that must have been, interesting. You just stopped in the middle of whatever you were doing and went back to the ballroom?""Pretty much, yeah," Don nodded."Even if you were in the middle of sex?""Well, yeah, that was sort of the point, I think. On the one hand, that encouraged you not to waste time, and, on the other, it built up a kind of crazed intensity. After the first round, I can say that the women I met were very much 'come here right now!' if you know what I mean."Sage laughed, "Ay, I know what ye mean. How many rounds were there?""I think there were six.""Hum, how did Toshia take all of this?""Enthusiastically," Don smiled. "When the game was over and I caught up with her, and Shelonda, she was, well, rather extremely well-fucked. I think she said she'd been able to count eight guys.""Eight for six rounds?""Well, there were more men than women, so Sally apparently occasionally sent two guys to the same room. Then, Toshia and Shelonda took a break for one round and then played in the same room, which caused a bit of confusion. But yeah, I'm pretty sure she said eight, though she wasn't exactly counting, like she was in the Disco.""Eight's pretty damn impressive," Sage mused."Well, it was actually at least nine, counting me, after the game was over," Don said, "but that was small potatoes compared to her night in the Disco or her gangbang with the Sisters.""Ah, okay, I have so many questions."By this time, they had gotten to the ballroom, where they scored some fruit and took up a position off to the side where they could talk while waiting for Sally to commence the game. As he told her about the night in the Disco, Don idly noticed that the ballroom had been redecorated. There were low couches arranged so that there were four largish circles in the corners of the big room and one in the center. There were a lot of pillows about, too."So, eighteen guys? In one night?" Sage was clearly impressed."Well, no, that's just in the Disco," Don smiled. "After that we played a game with the Player, so the count was higher, plus some play with women.""Damn! She's quite the woman, eh?""There were more in the next story, and you saw her with your crew, but yeah, she is," nodded Don. Then he had a thought, and quickly said, "I love her, Sage, but you should know, I didn't decide to stay here in Eros until I met you."Sage fixed Don with an amused smile and said, "You don't have to worry about me, Don. I'm not the insecure, possessive type, and I can tell you're nuts about me. In fact, ," she slipped up in front of him and took his cock in her hand. With a serious glint in her eye and a crooked grin, she said, in full piratic, "ye belong t'me now. I just be happy t'share.""Well, alrighty then," Don smiled. He reached around her with both hands, squeezed her perfect ass, and said, "Right back at ye, Cap'n Sage."With her free hand she pulled his head down, and before kissing him said "Actually, it's Evelyn."Their deep, passionate kiss would certainly have led to yet another bout of enthusiastic sex, but Sally chose that moment to ring a bell she'd brought along for the occasion to get everyone's attention."Okay!" Sally grinned. "If you've all picked your partners, we're ready to play a game we call 'Spin the Bottle'!""Seriously?" Sage/Evelyn laughed."This should be good," Toshia chuckled."If you'll all take places around the five circles here, there should be room for four couples at each! And we have twenty couples tonight - perfect! House rules are that everyone starts out naked!" Sally beamed."Shouldn't that include you, Sally?" Don shouted, laughing."I'm not playing, silly!" she laughed back."It was worth a try," Don muttered to Sage, as he happily helped her get out of her clothes, which they tossed onto the low couch on the edge of their chosen circle, which was the corner one to port and forward."She does seem like she'd be, exuberant," Sage chuckled. "Hey, don't forget you're going to tell me about that gangbang.""Sure," Don grinned, "though, remember that that one is all second hand.""Okay, now take a minute to get to know each other while we come around and get a little information from each of you!" Sally shouted.The people around their little circle had arranged themselves in a male-female sequence, and there were no same-sex couples in their group, though Don could see that there were some of those at other circles. Sage was on his immediate right, and on her right was a fit young man with short, curly black hair and blue eyes named Pete and his partner, a young and short Persian woman with wavy dark brown hair cropped short, slender build, big tits, and beautiful amber eyes named Mahsati. Next came Lawrence, a short light-skinned black man with hazel eyes, long, straight dark brown hair, and a variety of tattoos, and his companion (at least for the game) Tina, a blue-eyed woman with a curly mane of deep brown hair with various shades of blonde highlights. Finally, there was Reyansh, a clearly Indian or Pakistani fellow with an athletic build and a neatly trimmed beard to go with his short black hair, and his partner Felicia, a tiny, thin woman with light grey eyes and blonde hair in a pixie cut, and legs that were quite long relative to the rest of her small stature. Felicia kind of reminded Don of the first fairy who had accosted him in the valley of the fey.It turned out that only Reynash and Felicia had known each other before today. "We were having a great time together in Rendezvous, heard about the Resort, and thought we'd try it out," said Reynash in his noticeably accented voice.While they were talking, a tall, curvy woman with large breasts and long curly black hair, who was wearing a uniform like Sally's, came up with a clipboard and a quill pen and started talking to each member of the circle, making some notes, and then moving on. She eventually got to Don, smiled at him, and said, "Hi, I'm Miriam, and I'll be hosting your circle tonight.""Hi Miriam," Don smiled. Her eyes were a very deep brown and he was wishing she weren't wearing that uniform, and/or would be joining in the game."I need your name and your preference in regard to sexual partners," Miriam said with a smile."Don, and women."Sage responded with "Sage, and I like both men and women. Maybe men just a little bit more.""Why do they need that?" Sage asked as Miriam moved on."I have no idea," Don shrugged. "I'm guessing it will keep me from making out with Pete. There's often this kind of low-level 'magic' going on, like how they managed to send men only to cabins women had occupied. I just roll with it these days.""If you'll have a seat," Miriam smiled at all of them, "we can get started." She had done something with her clipboard, which was nowhere to be seen, and was now holding a glass bottle in one hand and a pocket watch in the other.Like the others, Don and Sage sat down on the floor on pillows and awaited instruction. Miriam set the bottle down in the center of the circle, consulted her watch, and said, "We'll start out with just kissing, okay?"Don exchanged a shrug with Sage and then took his turn nodding to Miriam."Very good! Tina, you go first. Just give the bottle a spin!"Don watched her crawl out to the center of the circle and flip the bottle, which seemed to spin a bit faster than it should, and as if it was turning on a fixed axis. It came to rest pointing directly at Pete."Come on over here," Tina laughed, and Pete moved on all fours to her. The other six players and Miriam watched as the two of them kissed tentatively and then more passionately. By the time Miriam called "Time!" they were really into it, each squeezing the other's ass tightly."Reynash, you're next," Miriam announced. In another minute, lucky Reynash was making out with lovely Mahsati.Felicia spun next, and the bottle selected Sage. As he watched her tight ass while she crawled the short distance to Felicia, Don realized he had never seen Sage do anything at all with anyone else. This added a level of intensity to this moment of voyeurism that was quite odd for his time in Eros. He was quite turned on just watching his partner kissing tiny Felicia. All too soon, Miriam called time, and then Don realized it was his turn.He was quite pleased to welcome beautiful young Mahsati to the center of the circle with a long, kiss. In the spirit the others had established, he didn't hesitate to draw her into his arms, enjoying the feeling of her big breasts pressed against his chest or her slender waist in his hands. When Miriam called time, he breathed a heartfelt, "Damn!"Then it was Sage's turn, and she got Felicia. "Come get some seconds, cutie," Sage grinned. This time, Sage took a more aggressive approach, pulling the little woman onto her lap and kissing her deeply, one hand cupping a breast and then pinching a nipple, making Tina gasp and wiggle against her.When Sage got back to her pillow, she whispered to Don, "I had no idea spin the bottle was this much fun!""I think this is just the warm-up," laughed Don.They completed two complete cycles around the circle at this level of interaction. When Mahsati spun next she got Don, and he was more than happy to lean her back and kiss her deeply, one hand under her back and the other squeezing and teasing her tits. That was the only time the bottle picked Don. "That's what you get for not going both ways," Sage teased him. Actually, it was Lawrence who was the unluckiest of the bunch, being completely ignored by the bottle and only getting to kiss someone when it was his turn.At the other end of the extreme, the clear winner was Sage, who got selected four times. With that and her own two turns, she wound up making out with everyone except Mahsati and Lawrence, and twice each with lucky Pete and Felicia. Sage's high point came in the second round, when Don won the chance to kiss her, then she spun and got to make out with Pete, and then Pete spun and was lucky enough to get Sage! Between them Don and Pete did their best to get her nicely riled up. At the end of this, Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and said, "I'm so ready to get past this kissing stuff!"When it was Tina's third turn, Miriam stopped her and asked, "Are you all ready to turn things up a bit?"Everyone enthusiastically agreed they were."Okay," she smiled. "Now whoever spins has to go down on the selected person."This caused a unanimous murmur of approval, and Tina hurried out to the bottle. In another moment, she had her head in Pete's lap, her long, curly hair obscuring everyone's view of what she was doing, though the distinctive up and down motion told the tale well enough. All too quickly, particularly from Pete's perspective, Miriam called time. Don was pretty sure the previous rounds had been longer, with the second a bit longer than then first. This would make good sense if the intention was to build up the sexual tension as much as possible.Reynash took his turn and won a chance to taste Sage. She gave Don a grin and a wink as she told Reynash to get on his back, and then promptly straddled his bearded face. Don watched intently as she bit her lower lip and clasped her tits tightly in her hands. Before she could really get into it, though, Miriam called time. As she returned to Don's side, Sage whispered "Bitch!" but Don could tell she was having fun.The bottle rewarded Reynash for his efforts by pointing to him when Felicia spun next. With her short hair it was easy to watch her lick at his cock and then take it into her mouth. She seemed to have caught on that she wouldn't have much time, so she made no effort to actually bring him off.

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Cold OpenYou wanna pathologize me? Knock yerself out. Faithfully counting every leaf marked "deficit"…But missing the whole damn forest we know locally as "Survival."[Doc? You Got Us All Wrong, Pt 1: Autistic Resilience]IntroYou're listening to AutisticAF Out Loud. One voice. Raw. Real. Fiercely Neurodivergent. Since 1953.Season 5, Episode 5. “Doc? You Got Us All Wrong, Pt 1: Autistic Resilience.”Deficits… or strengths? Survival… or thriving? Pathology… or inborn, natural autistic behavior? We turn the diagnostic telescope around. Let's focus on the forest of resilience behind every leaf labeled "deficit."An experimental multi-part series… all around 10 minutes. Because some neurodivergent listeners like to binge in small bites. Or you can download Part 1 and Part 2 at once… for listeners who crave the whole enchilada in one sitting.Just one autistic elder's truth. I'm Johnny Profane.Content Note: trauma discussion, medical system critique, institutional discrimination, psychiatric hospitalizations, systemic oppression + experiences & opinions of one autistic voice... in my 70s.[Music]What I tell any therapist… any caregiver… first session:I have survived physical and sexual abuse from family and schoolmates.Bullying by teachers and fellow students… 2nd grade through high school.Multiple professional crashes… in multiple careers.At least a dozen firings.2 evictions.1 bankruptcy.Dozens of major household moves.Few friends, and…2 divorces, 3 "living togethers," and a couple of "serious" relationships that, well…, weren't?Ain't this resilience?Resilience. Ya know, that cap-and-gown term pros use for getting knocked down seven times. Stubbornly getting up… eight...I'm still alive. Still creating. Still getting published. Still speaking to thousands of autistics a year.Never attempted suicide... despite three hospitalizations.AND I'm still autistic. Cuz there ain't no cure for something that ain't wrong. Unless you base your "medical model" on some statistical "normal"… which is just a made up story. Cuz not one living person is summed up by a Bell curve normal… not even within a standard deviation.Yes, yes… yes. Some professionals are evolving. Pros who listen more than lecture. But face it. In the grand scheme of things… they're rare.Let's get clear right now, right here. It's not being autistic that creates our trauma. It's living autistic in a society that inflicts trauma on us. Refusing to accept, adapt… support… us.Why do "helping" pros focus on my deficits, my lacks, my pitiful performance of “Activities of Daily Living”…? Like, did I shower today…? No.Rather than the sheer strength of will I demonstrate every time I take my next breath?Why do they offer to fix me,inform me,guide me, andcharge me for sessions,mentoring,workshops,best-selling books,SYSTEMS they've just invented…based on… at best… incomplete research?[Music]You know social media… if you like and share this podcast, a lot more people will check it out. You can do a lot of good with just one click.You wanna pathologize me? Knock yerself out.Turn my every inborn neurodivergent characteristic into a disease. You do have powerful diagnostic tools…But you're looking through that diagnostic telescope backwards. Faithfully counting every leaf marked "deficit"… But missing the whole damn forest that we know locally as "Survival."Like my "failure to maintain eye contact.” A “social deficit.” Right... completely missing how that survival skill lets me process your words… without painful sensory overload. My form of my respect… for you.Go ahead and use professionally, objectively disempowering terms, like "comorbidity"... betraying your bias that my very way of Being is… in your eyes… a disease. And then riff on, elaborate away: "pathological demand avoidance," "obsessive-compulsive disorder," "borderline personality disorder,"And on and on… and on.Truth? Every diagnosis? Just another survival mechanism. Not symptoms of autism. Responses to how society treats autism.Behaviors that kept me alive… in your world. While you obsess over what's "wrong" with me…Or… we could build on my autistic strengths.Look, none of us have all of these. And superpowers don't exist. Some have strengths not listed. But if you aren't looking for them? Likely, you're mis-treating us.* Resilience: Just surviving multiple, severe stressors is a biggie. Every autistic adult you meet has adapted to extreme challenges. Most of us… traumatized. Yet we endure. We integrate. We keep going.* Deep Feeling: Pros call ‘em "mood swings." We call it feeling everything… deeply. Depth that drives our creativity… in science, art, writing, becoming lunatic billionaires… or the cool neighbor next door.. It's not a flaw. It's fuel.* Survival Skills: My life, my continued existence… is my proof. Just as any autistic adult's life is. We've survived devastating life events. With inner strength and coping strategies.These aren't skills most professionals understand… not even some neurodivergent practitioners. Because these skills are linked to how our individual autistic minds work. Which is… in fact… different. Not just from most humans. From each other, too.* Creative Persistence: Every autistic person knows this pull. Our passionate focus on our interests. Grabbing us deeper than hunger. We don't just see details… no matter what TV tells you. We work on wide canvases. We create. We build. We solve. That's strength.* Living with Extremes: My knee surgeon was shocked. "You walked two miles a day on a torn meniscus?" Yes, but… a light touch on my face can trigger panic. That's not contradiction. That's how we survive. We may get sensory warnings earlier than most… Yet we handle what breaks others. Daily.* Hidden Adaptability: Look at my life changes—jobs, homes, relationships. Society labels us as "rigid." Truth is, we adapt constantly. We got no choice. Yet we persevere. We keep doing. That's not weakness. That's strength.* Processing Power: We take in everything. Process it deeply. Yet live through emotional and sensory experiences that would derail most people. We keep going. Keep growing. That's not dysfunction. That's determination. Coming directly from… not despite… our neurodivergent cognition.* Spectrum of Strength: Maybe resilience is a spectrum, too. And some of us autistics crank it up past 11. Not weakness from disability. Strength from difference. Turning autistic stereotypes upside down. Yet again.[Music]Just a quickie… this is Part 1 of “Doc? You Got Autism All Wrong?” Why not binge the next part? Or download the long-form version with both parts? Link in transcript.Challenging Normal-izing ModelsMy story? Just one among thousands. Millions.I've worked as a magazine publisher. Functioned as an academic grad student… multiple times. And been homeless… multiple times. I've been privileged to hear many, many similar stories over the decades. At all levels of society, education, age.These stories all share one truth: Autistic traits are not inherently deficits. They can be hidden sources of strength and resilience. In the right environment. In the right community.Take one example: Pathological Demand Avoidance (PDA). What pros like to label our natural, neurodivergent response to external demands like deadlines. I meet the diagnostic criteria. Always have. But in my opinion, they bulldoze right over my inborn need for autonomy. Leading too often to trauma. PDA… seems to me… a dehumanizing slur. For the nature I was born with.Yet many neurodivergents find comfort and support diagnosed as PDA. In the acknowledgment of our differences the diagnosis does offer. I don't wish to negate their experience. And I'm not arguing neurodivergents do NOT have needs for autonomy. Or that we don't suffer due to these differences. At the hands of Straight Culture.My point: Sensory and social differences are NOT pathologies.It's like dogs noticing that cats are more hyper than canines...So to "help" ‘em, pro dogs decide to forcibly train or torture every cat. To steamroll them into converting to “Dog Normal.”We are human… autistic humans.We need what all humans need: To build on our strengths. To find our nurturing environments. To choose our supportive communities.We just accomplish these things... differently.Look, I'm fighting the whole Normative Narrative. Which demands any difference MUST be "cured." Or at least fixed.And I'm not keen on neurodivergent-based attempts to bandaid the problem. By simply defining a new normal for autistics and other neurodivergents. Just another standard we may fail to live up to.Frankly, I'm calling for a strengths-based, non-normative psychology for all neurodivergents. A theme I develop in this series and future podcasts. How we might replace CBT and similar treatments with more neurodivergent-centered alternatives.So where do we start this revolution?Doc, Stop. Look again…At the big picture this time. See those brilliant sparks of unusual strength? Far more powerful than your "deficits."Reality check: Up to now, you've just been documenting how modern consumer culture fails our neurology. In the office. In our schools. In shopping at freaking Walmart for fuck's sake.Anywhere we're forced to process too much sensory input. Or pretend to read invisible social cues. Pretend we're you… without rest or accommodation.Let's explore a new direction. Simply put?Doc… stop looking through your telescope backwards. Look at us. Right in front of your eyes._____References & Further ReadingNeither exhaustive nor comprehensive. Articles that made me think.* The high prevalence of trauma and adverse experiences among autistic individuals* PTSD and Autism* Trauma and Autism: Research and Resources* How to build resiliency in autistic individuals: an implication to advance mental health* Association Between Autism and PTSD Among Adult Psychiatric Outpatients* The relationship between autism and resilience* Building Resilience – An Important Life Skill* Understanding Resilience in Neurodivergent Adults* Autistic Resilience: Overcoming Adversity Through Self-Care and Strengths* The criticism of deficit-based models of autism* Moving Beyond Deficit-Based Models of Autism* Strengths-First Assessment in Autism* The reality of autistic strengths and capabilities* 6 Strengths (not Weaknesses) of Individuals with Autism* Autism as a Strength* Neurodiversity as a Competitive AdvantageNote: Links are provided for reference only. Views expressed may differ from my own experiences and observations. Sources affiliated with Autism Speaks are controversial in the neurodiversity community. Their research may be included for completeness. But perhaps be cautious.Doc, You Got Us All Wrong, Pt 2: CBT...? Never Worked for Autistic MeCold OpenCBT…? Never worked for autistic me.So, look, we KNOW masking doesn't work. Or FEAR. Or PAIN. We're dying from them already.That's all the words we need.[Music]IntroYou're listening to AutisticAF Out Loud. One voice. Raw. Real. Fiercely Neurodivergent. Since 1953.Season 5, Episode 6. “Doc? You Got Us All Wrong, Pt 2: CBT…? Never Worked for Autistic Me.”Abelist agendas. Bad research subjects. Bad data. Bad therapy.There's the whole story.An experimental multi-part series… around 10 minutes each. Cuz some autistic listeners tell me they like to binge in small bites. Others say they listen in the car… so you can also download the complete series as one file.Just one autistic elder's truth. I'm Johnny Profane.Content Note: trauma discussion, medical system critique, institutional discrimination, psychiatric hospitalizations, systemic oppression + experiences & opinions of one autistic voice... in my 70s.[Music]I've been struggling with an article on CBT & Autism for years.Sigh. Spoons. A lot of reading. A lot of thinking…To come to my opinion… my thesis…that any therapy based on purely cognitive techniques… even if pros throw on some Behavioral rubber-band-snapping special sauce on the side…?It's inherently ableist… attacking the very way our autistic brains are wired. Demanding abilities many neurodivergents just weren't born with.Here's a snapshot. A quick personal story from when autistic-as-fuck me turned for help…“I'm sorry… What did you just say?”“I said…” He looked nervous. “I said… I always recommend aversive therapy for my autistic kids. My clients.”Me. In a dead-cold voice. “Snapping a rubber band.”“Y-e-s-s.” He seemed torn. Was I gonna get positive reinforcement… Or that weird, hostile, defensiveness professionals get. When you ask questions.Into that hesitant silence, I say, “Snap it hard. Hard as they can. Against their wrist.”“Yes. The sting is important.” Now, he's eager to share. “When they repeat the aversive stimulus, they…”Again I interrupt with my ashen, Clint-Eastwood voice. “During a meltdown.”“Well… actually… just before.” He's beaming, proud. “They learn to snap the band at the earliest hint they'll lose control. It's operant conditioning.”A kid having a meltdown on Aisle 3. Likely overwhelmed by sensory overload.Let's just add a little sharp pain… and see what happens…As if by giving it some science-y name… it's not self-inflicted torture.Brief CBT BackgroundCognitive Behavioral Therapy emerged in the 60s. A kind of forced marriage. Between Beck's cognitive therapy… focused on internal thoughts. And Skinner's behavioral therapy… focused on observable behavior. Both developed studying neurotypical minds.Change your thoughts, change your feelings, change your behavior… change your life. Simple, right?Unless your brain doesn't work that way…Sometimes…? Research… Ain't.How could COGNITIVE Behavioral Therapy not be inappropriate for autistics?Research Problem #1. It's based on studying neurotypical populations. But we autistics think differently by definition.Problem #2? For the foundational studies, CBT researchers used white, university student subjects… for the most part. They're easy and cheap to find. But maybe 3% are autistic? Maybe? ALL with decent IQs and functioning student skills… even the few autistic subjects?And Problem #3 is a doozy. Many autistics survive by people-pleasing. Kids and grownups. We're likely to mask our true experiences to appear "better"... or please therapists. Plus we may have trouble perceiving and communicating our own experience. Self-reported data might not reflect our reality.,Then there's one that's rarely discussed. Problem #4… the "waitlist relief effect." Most neurodivergent folks endure months or years waiting for therapy, suffering intensely. When we finally get accepted into therapy? There's overwhelming relief… elevating our mood and behavior. Which distorts everything a therapist will hear.We may dial up our masking. Cuz we're scared shitless we'll lose this lifeline.Meanwhile, researchers publish, buff their nails…. and attribute any self-reported improvement as proof their technique works.,The Cognitive Part…? A Stopper.Substitute "executive functioning" for "cognitive." As in the thing they say is largely missing from my autistic forebrain.The entire technique? One cognitive process after another.. First you must notice. Then you must reflect.Then decide.Then review.Then judge context.Then review…Finally… Act.Then regret.Let that sink in. All of cognitive therapy is about monitoring individual thoughts for "cognitive errors." Then replacing them with correct ones.Hundreds of decisions, distinctions, social cue processings. Executive functioning. A process that NEVER became automatic for me. As clinician after clinician cheerfully reassured me it would.Many autistic individuals have memory differences. Working memory differences that make it nearly impossible to hold the kind of information cognitive work requires. Much less manipulate it on the fly…Now… About Behavior.Now, the "Behavioral" part of CBT? The Skinnerian special sauce?Rewards… and punishments… for the action you choose. Hoping you'll build automatic, correct responses.Basically rat training. If you shock me enough times. Sure. I won't go through that door. AND I will struggle mightily to only have an internal stroke... rather than an external meltdown.But the researcher... or teacher... gets to check the box, "Cured." Cuz we're no longer a nuisance to them. And we continue to quietly die. Invisibly. Politely...Inside.That kind of aversion... to fear or pain? True for every living thing at an evolutionary level above a paramecium.Like rats. Or kids. Cuz... FEAR works. PAIN works. Just not the way they think.These Practical Implementation Failures…Should sound pretty familiar. To autistic folks. Keenly aware of the nightmare effort Autistic Masking demands around Straight Society.So, look, we know masking doesn't work. Or fear. Or PAIN. We're dying from them already.That's all the words we need.Add to this our difficulty forming new habits, maintaining routines, and processing cognitive information differently. Under stress… which therapy itself can induce… we often revert to previous behaviors. Any “improvements” from “techniques”? Not bloody likely they're ingrained as permanent muscle memory.Requiring frequent refresher sessions to maintain the illusion of change… and progress.As one commenter wrote: "To me, CBT has always felt inherently surface-level. It's like closing a few tabs on your browser as opposed to doing a factory reset."Biggest problem of all? Neurodivergent Diversity.Autistic, ADHD, AuDHD, dyslexic, dyspraxic… all different cognitive profiles.Sure, we're all different from the typical population. But an autistic who also experiences ADHD thinks and acts differently than a dyslexic one. At least to my trained observation. I was a mental health social worker for 10 years…Despite these complexities… Maybe because it is complex… It seems to me that CBT treats us all as if we're standard-model humans. With a few bugs to fix.We require GENERATIONAL studies of representative populations to sort this spaghetti pile out. Before we should be recommending these techniques.On living humans. Adults. And especially kids.ABA and Its Relatives: An Even Deeper Hole.Applied Behavioral Analysis (ABA) deserves special mention. It's the behavioral therapy most parents hear about in grammar schools.What most don't know? ABA shares roots with debunked, torturous gay Conversion Therapy. Outlawed in many states. Both were developed by O. Ivar Lovaas in the 60s.Both aim to eliminate "undesirable" behaviors. Using “aversive” techniques. From snapping rubber bands in the nice clinics. To cattle prods in the not-so-nice facilities.Punishing and suppressing behaviors that are natural to our nervous systems. Behaviors that protect us from a society not built for us.ABA may have volumes of "data." But it's all shaped by behaviors researchers and parents want, not what autistic children or adults need. The outcomes measured? Eye contact. Sitting still. Verbal responses. Not internal autistic wellbeing.It's important to understand one simple point. Data is not science.How you frame your research or experiment How you gather your data How you choose how many subjects and whom When you choose to gather data How you interpret your data How you present your dataAll impact its validity and value. ABA and all its camouflaged cousins fall down on this core scientific truth.Bottom line? When former ABA children grow up, many report trauma. PTSD. Anxiety. Depression. Self-harm.ConclusionFuck #ABA. Fuck #CBT.Everybody in the therapeutic-industrial complex from clinic receptionist to billionaire pharmaceutical CEO makes money. From your kid's pain. Caused by treatments that don't address neurodivergent needs. As far as I… and better-known neurodiversity-affirming authorities… can tell.Strong words? Yes. Because minds… and lives… are at stake.We need therapies that work WITH our neurology, not against it. That build on our strengths instead of calling us coolly, professionally, pathologizing names.In Part 3, we'll really bring this all home. How labeling our intrinsic differences as disease is about as anti-therapeutic as you can get.We'll explore "PDA… Not Every Difference Is a Disease." And really raise a ruckus.OutroFor your deeper diving pleasure, the transcript contains references and footnotes for most points I raise. From a variety of views.Hey, don't forget, you can download Part 1, “Autistic Resilience.” Or download both parts as one file.More coming in this series exploring how neurodivergent folks can build sustainable, authentic lives… with or without professional intervention. With 2 more parts coming…AutisticAF Out Loud podcast is supported solely by listeners like you. If you have a friend or family member touched by neurodiversity? Why not turn them on to us with a quick email?By the way, we believe no one should have to pay to be autistic. Many neurodivergent people can't afford subscription content.Your Ko-Fi tip of any amount helps keep this resource free for them. Or join our paid subscriber community at johnnyprofaneknapp.substack.com for ongoing support. I put both links in description.References & Further Reading1: Ableist: Discriminating against people with disabilities by assuming everyone's mind and body work the same way. Like designing a world only for the "standard model human" and then blaming us when we can't navigate it.2: Operant conditioning: A learning process in which behavior is shaped by rewards or punishments.3: Beck, A. T. (1979). Cognitive therapy and the emotional disorders. Penguin.4: Bottema-Beutel, K., & Crowley, S. (2021). Pervasive Undisclosed Conflicts of Interest in Applied Behavior Analysis Autism Literature. Frontiers in Psychology, 12.5: Cage, E., Di Monaco, J., & Newell, V. (2018). Experiences of Autism Acceptance and Mental Health in Autistic Adults. Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders, 48(2), 473-484.6: Masking: The act of concealing one's autistic traits to fit in or avoid negative attention.7: Meta-analyses show that waitlist control groups often overestimate the effect sizes of psychotherapies for depression and anxiety, and that changes occurring during waitlist periods are typically small, making waitlist-controlled trials a less strict test of effectiveness.Cuijpers, P., Karyotaki, E., Reijnders, M., Purgato, M., de Wit, L., Ebert, D. D., ... & Furukawa, T. A. (2024). Overestimation of the effect sizes of psychotherapies for depression in waitlist-controlled trials: a meta-analytic comparison with usual care controlled trials. Epidemiology and Psychiatric Sciences, 33, e10.8: Patterson, B., Boyle, M. H., Kivlenieks, M., & Van Ameringen, M. (2016). The use of waitlists as control conditions in anxiety disorders research. Journal of Anxiety Disorders, 41, 56-64.9: Boucher, J., Mayes, A., & Bigham, S. (2012). Memory in autistic spectrum disorder. Psychological Bulletin, 138(3), 458-496.10: Happé, F., & Frith, U. (2006). The weak coherence account: detail-focused cognitive style in autism spectrum disorders. Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders, 36(1), 5-25.11: Rekers, G. A., & Lovaas, O. I. (1974). Behavioral treatment of deviant sex-role behaviors in a male child. Journal of Applied Behavior Analysis, 7(2), 173–190.See also: El Dewar (2024), "ABA: The Neuro-Normative Conversion Therapy," NDConnection; and the Lovaas Institute's 2024 statement regarding conversion therapy.12: Sandoval-Norton, A. H., & Shkedy, G. (2019). How much compliance is too much compliance: Is long-term ABA therapy abuse? Cogent Psychology, 6(1).13: McGill, O., & Robinson, A. (2020). "Recalling hidden harms": Autistic experiences of childhood Applied Behavioral Analysis (ABA). Advances in Autism, ahead-of-print.14: Xie, Y., Zhang, Y., Li, Y., et al. (2021). Cognitive Behavioral Therapy for Autism Spectrum Disorders: A Systematic Review. Pediatrics, 147(5), e2020049880.81015: Weston, L., Hodgekins, J., & Langdon, P. E. (2016). Effectiveness of cognitive behavioural therapy with people who have autistic spectrum disorders: A systematic review and meta-analysis. Clinical Psychology Review, 49, 41-54.16: Miguel, C., Harrer, M., Cuijpers, P., et al. (2025). Self-reports vs clinician ratings of efficacies of psychotherapies for depression: a meta-analysis. Epidemiology and Psychiatric Sciences, 34, e9.Note: Links are provided for reference only. Views expressed may differ from my own experiences and observations. Sources affiliated with Autism Speaks are controversial in the neurodiversity community. Their research may be included for completeness. But perhaps be cautious.#AutisticAF Out Loud Newsletter is a reader-supported publication. Click below to receive new posts… free. To support my work, consider becoming a paid subscriber. 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Cold OpenYou wanna pathologize me? Knock yerself out. Faithfully counting every leaf marked "deficit"…But missing the whole damn forest we know locally as "Survival."IntroYou're listening to AutisticAF Out Loud. One voice. Raw. Real. Fiercely Neurodivergent. Since 1953.Season 5, Episode 5. “Doc? You Got Us All Wrong, Pt 1: Autistic Resilience.”Deficits… or strengths? Survival… or thriving? Pathology… or inborn, natural autistic behavior? We turn the diagnostic telescope around. Let's focus on the forest of resilience behind every leaf labeled "deficit."An experimental multi-part series… all around 10 minutes. Because some neurodivergent listeners like to binge in small bites. Or you can download Part 1 and Part 2 at once… for listeners who crave the whole enchilada in one sitting.Just one autistic elder's truth. I'm Johnny Profane.Content Note: trauma discussion, medical system critique, institutional discrimination, psychiatric hospitalizations, systemic oppression + experiences & opinions of one autistic voice... in my 70s.[Music]What I tell any therapist… any caregiver… first session:I have survived physical and sexual abuse from family and schoolmates.Bullying by teachers and fellow students… 2nd grade through high school.Multiple professional crashes… in multiple careers.At least a dozen firings.2 evictions.1 bankruptcy.Dozens of major household moves.Few friends, and…2 divorces, 3 "living togethers," and a couple of "serious" relationships that, well…, weren't?Ain't this resilience?Resilience. Ya know, that cap-and-gown term pros use for getting knocked down seven times. Stubbornly getting up… eight...I'm still alive. Still creating. Still getting published. Still speaking to thousands of autistics a year.Never attempted suicide... despite three hospitalizations.AND I'm still autistic. Cuz there ain't no cure for something that ain't wrong. Unless you base your "medical model" on some statistical "normal"… which is just a made up story. Cuz not one living person is summed up by a Bell curve normal… not even within a standard deviation.Yes, yes… yes. Some professionals are evolving. Pros who listen more than lecture. But face it. In the grand scheme of things… they're rare.Let's get clear right now, right here. It's not being autistic that creates our trauma. It's living autistic in a society that inflicts trauma on us. Refusing to accept, adapt… support… us.Why do "helping" pros focus on my deficits, my lacks, my pitiful performance of “Activities of Daily Living”…? Like, did I shower today…? No.Rather than the sheer strength of will I demonstrate every time I take my next breath?Why do they offer to fix me,inform me,guide me, andcharge me for sessions,mentoring,workshops,best-selling books,SYSTEMS they've just invented…based on… at best… incomplete research?[Music]You know social media… if you like and share this podcast, a lot more people will check it out. You can do a lot of good with just one click.You wanna pathologize me? Knock yerself out.Turn my every inborn neurodivergent characteristic into a disease. You do have powerful diagnostic tools…But you're looking through that diagnostic telescope backwards. Faithfully counting every leaf marked "deficit"… But missing the whole damn forest that we know locally as "Survival."Like my "failure to maintain eye contact.” A “social deficit.” Right... completely missing how that survival skill lets me process your words… without painful sensory overload. My form of my respect… for you.Go ahead and use professionally, objectively disempowering terms, like "comorbidity"... betraying your bias that my very way of Being is… in your eyes… a disease. And then riff on, elaborate away: "pathological demand avoidance," "obsessive-compulsive disorder," "borderline personality disorder,"And on and on… and on.Truth? Every diagnosis? Just another survival mechanism. Not symptoms of autism. Responses to how society treats autism.Behaviors that kept me alive… in your world. While you obsess over what's "wrong" with me…Or… we could build on my autistic strengths.Look, none of us have all of these. And superpowers don't exist. Some have strengths not listed. But if you aren't looking for them? Likely, you're mis-treating us.* Resilience: Just surviving multiple, severe stressors is a biggie. Every autistic adult you meet has adapted to extreme challenges. Most of us… traumatized. Yet we endure. We integrate. We keep going.* Deep Feeling: Pros call ‘em "mood swings." We call it feeling everything… deeply. Depth that drives our creativity… in science, art, writing, becoming lunatic billionaires… or the cool neighbor next door.. It's not a flaw. It's fuel.* Survival Skills: My life, my continued existence… is my proof. Just as any autistic adult's life is. We've survived devastating life events. With inner strength and coping strategies.These aren't skills most professionals understand… not even some neurodivergent practitioners. Because these skills are linked to how our individual autistic minds work. Which is… in fact… different. Not just from most humans. From each other, too.* Creative Persistence: Every autistic person knows this pull. Our passionate focus on our interests. Grabbing us deeper than hunger. We don't just see details… no matter what TV tells you. We work on wide canvases. We create. We build. We solve. That's strength.* Living with Extremes: My knee surgeon was shocked. "You walked two miles a day on a torn meniscus?" Yes, but… a light touch on my face can trigger panic. That's not contradiction. That's how we survive. We may get sensory warnings earlier than most… Yet we handle what breaks others. Daily.* Hidden Adaptability: Look at my life changes—jobs, homes, relationships. Society labels us as "rigid." Truth is, we adapt constantly. We got no choice. Yet we persevere. We keep doing. That's not weakness. That's strength.* Processing Power: We take in everything. Process it deeply. Yet live through emotional and sensory experiences that would derail most people. We keep going. Keep growing. That's not dysfunction. That's determination. Coming directly from… not despite… our neurodivergent cognition.* Spectrum of Strength: Maybe resilience is a spectrum, too. And some of us autistics crank it up past 11. Not weakness from disability. Strength from difference. Turning autistic stereotypes upside down. Yet again.[Music]Just a quickie… this is Part 1 of “Doc? You Got Autism All Wrong?” Why not binge the next part? Or download the long-form version with both parts? Link in transcript.Challenging Normal-izing ModelsMy story? Just one among thousands. Millions.I've worked as a magazine publisher. Functioned as an academic grad student… multiple times. And been homeless… multiple times. I've been privileged to hear many, many similar stories over the decades. At all levels of society, education, age.These stories all share one truth: Autistic traits are not inherently deficits. They can be hidden sources of strength and resilience. In the right environment. In the right community.Take one example: Pathological Demand Avoidance (PDA). What pros like to label our natural, neurodivergent response to external demands like deadlines. I meet the diagnostic criteria. Always have. But in my opinion, they bulldoze right over my inborn need for autonomy. Leading too often to trauma. PDA… seems to me… a dehumanizing slur. For the nature I was born with.Yet many neurodivergents find comfort and support diagnosed as PDA. In the acknowledgment of our differences the diagnosis does offer. I don't wish to negate their experience. And I'm not arguing neurodivergents do NOT have needs for autonomy. Or that we don't suffer due to these differences. At the hands of Straight Culture.My point: Sensory and social differences are NOT pathologies.It's like dogs noticing that cats are more hyper than canines...So to "help" ‘em, pro dogs decide to forcibly train or torture every cat. To steamroll them into converting to “Dog Normal.”We are human… autistic humans.We need what all humans need: To build on our strengths. To find our nurturing environments. To choose our supportive communities.We just accomplish these things... differently.Look, I'm fighting the whole Normative Narrative. Which demands any difference MUST be "cured." Or at least fixed.And I'm not keen on neurodivergent-based attempts to bandaid the problem. By simply defining a new normal for autistics and other neurodivergents. Just another standard we may fail to live up to.Frankly, I'm calling for a strengths-based, non-normative psychology for all neurodivergents. A theme I develop in this series and future podcasts. How we might replace CBT and similar treatments with more neurodivergent-centered alternatives.So where do we start this revolution?Doc, Stop. Look again…At the big picture this time. See those brilliant sparks of unusual strength? Far more powerful than your "deficits."Reality check: Up to now, you've just been documenting how modern consumer culture fails our neurology. In the office. In our schools. In shopping at freaking Walmart for fuck's sake.Anywhere we're forced to process too much sensory input. Or pretend to read invisible social cues. Pretend we're you… without rest or accommodation.Let's explore a new direction. Simply put?Doc… stop looking through your telescope backwards. Look at us. Right in front of your eyes.OutroThanks for listening. Hope to hear your thoughts in the comments.For your deeper diving pleasure, the transcript contains references and footnotes for most points I raise. From a variety of views.Hey, don't forget, you can download Part 2, "CBT...? Never Worked for Autistic Me” right now for your bingeing pleasure. Or download both parts in one podcast. Together they begin to explore how neurodivergent folks can build sustainable, authentic lives… with or without professional intervention. With 2 more parts coming…AutisticAF Out Loud podcast is supported solely by listeners like you. If you have a friend or family member touched by neurodiversity? Why not turn them on to us with a quick email?By the way, we believe no one should have to pay to be autistic. Many neurodivergent people can't afford subscription content.Your Ko-Fi tip of any amount helps keep this resource free for them. Or join our paid subscriber community at johnnyprofaneknapp.substack.com for ongoing support. I put both links in description._____References & Further ReadingNeither exhaustive nor comprehensive. Articles that made me think.* The high prevalence of trauma and adverse experiences among autistic individuals* PTSD and Autism* Trauma and Autism: Research and Resources* How to build resiliency in autistic individuals: an implication to advance mental health* Association Between Autism and PTSD Among Adult Psychiatric Outpatients* The relationship between autism and resilience* Building Resilience – An Important Life Skill* Understanding Resilience in Neurodivergent Adults* Autistic Resilience: Overcoming Adversity Through Self-Care and Strengths* The criticism of deficit-based models of autism* Moving Beyond Deficit-Based Models of Autism* Strengths-First Assessment in Autism* The reality of autistic strengths and capabilities* 6 Strengths (not Weaknesses) of Individuals with Autism* Autism as a Strength* Neurodiversity as a Competitive AdvantageNote: Links are provided for reference only. Views expressed may differ from my own experiences and observations. Sources affiliated with Autism Speaks are controversial in the neurodiversity community. Their research may be included for completeness. But perhaps be cautious.Binge on the most authentic autistic voice in podcasting.7 decades of raw truth, real insights, zero yadayada.#AutisticAF Out Loud Newsletter is a reader-supported publication. Click below to receive new posts… free. To support my work, consider becoming a paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit johnnyprofaneknapp.substack.com/subscribe

In this episode of The Life Transformer Show, Tara answers some questions. The importance of community and support. Grabbing life and opportunities when they appear. Belly not wanting to budge and what you can do. What do you do when you are ill and how do you get back to it after an illness? Healthy and easy meals to make sure you don't fall off the wagon. And more…   What You Will Learn In This Episode: Belly not budging, how to approach this. When you're ill and getting back to it afterwards. Healthy and easy meals. Should you be picking and grazing during the day? And More   How To Contact Tara Hammett: tarahammett.com Facebook  

Never Have I Ever.Cass finds the stud in her buddy Andrew.Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess. Listen to the Podcast at My first Time.Cassie gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder and splitting bolt of lightning across the screen lit the theater like daylight for an instant. In her momentary panic, she grabbed at the armrest, the fingers of her left hand finding instead the warm forearm of her fellow movie-goer and best friend, Andrew.Their met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual surprise and his glittering with amusement. With a blush for her silly panic and for the unexpected touch, she took her hand away, crossing her arms across her stomach and turning her face back to the screen.Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand, Cassie had begun to feel awkward around Andrew.Too often she found herself blushing for small things, or giggling nervously, or losing the courage to do things like brush a hand through his hair or jump on his back for a piggy-back ride; things that a few months earlier she would have done without thinking.It was their stupid friend Margaret who'd started it, with her talk of "friends with benefits." Cassie had never considered the idea that her tall, gangly Andy could be, as Margaret had put it, "a certified hottie." They'd been friends for so long that she could no longer hold herself far enough away from him to be able to see him with an objective, appraising eye.Andrew's lips suddenly brushed her ear as he leaned over close to whisper to her, and she nearly jumped again. "The scary part's coming," he murmured, offering his shoulder as a place for her to hide her eyes.Ah, this was why she loved him so. Who else would understand how much she loved horror films; and how deeply they terrified her? Who would take the time to go to these films first without her, then come back to see them a second time, ready to point out all the really horrific scenes so that she could hide her face and not be scarred beyond belief?No doubt he would also stay with her after the movie tonight, curled in an uncomfortable ball on the floor next to her bed to act as her protector. He snored and drooled and would probably sleep through the apocalypse, but somehow having him there still made her feel better.When the film ended, the heroine narrowly escaping by boat as the only survivor, Cassie and Andrew filed out into the chilly, early autumn night. Cassie shivered, and Andrew dropped a friendly arm around her shoulders."Did you like it?" Cassie asked."It was alright. Definitely better this time than when I watched it by myself. Your reactions are priceless," Andrew said with a laugh."I can't help it! I jump at the jumps, I'm scared of the scary parts; that's what's supposed to happen when you go see a horror movie!""I wasn't complaining. I'm amused.""Hey, I saw you jump a little when he came out from under the shed to grab that girl's ankles.""Strictly for your benefit. I am never scared.""Oh? Well, good. You can stay up and keep watch tonight. Make sure no creepers come in my house in the middle of the night to chop me up for their stew."Andrew stifled a yawn, shaking his head. "An all-night vigil? Fat chance of that. You'd have to stay up with me."Immediately, Cassie began to think of ways she might keep him awake, each a little more risqué than the last, and she blushed again. What was it about him tonight that made her think such silly thoughts? He was joking with her, being her almost-brotherly friend as he always had been. The flirtatious edge was something she was imagining, she knew."Whatever you want, just keep the monsters away from me!" Cassie cried with a melodramatic wave of her arms. She ducked out from under his arm, darted the last few feet to the door of his car and leapt inside.The drive to her house was quiet, each of them thinking their own private thoughts in companionable silence. Once they got to the house, Cassie began to feel again a twinge of that fear she had experienced in the theater. The darkness, the quiet, the sense of waiting, it unnerved her enough that she let Andrew lead the way through the front door, clinging to his arm as if that would save her if some slasher movie antagonist were waiting on the other side."I don't want to go to sleep yet," Cassie said as they marched to her room, Andrew turning on lights as they went. "I'm all antsy. Let's play a game or something, huh?"Cassie had a grand total of three board games, one of which was nothing more than a sticky Candy Land board, devoid of any cards or playing pieces; there was little there with which to while away the evening hours."Let's play Never Have I Ever," Cassie suggested, and Andrew shrugged, his preferred signal of acquiescence.They sat on either end of her bed, both cross-legged, facing each other and hugging pillows in their laps. Each of them held up all ten fingers, ready to play."Never have I ever...read Hamlet," Andrew said by way of starting. Cassie shook her head."No, that's boring!""What? We always do stuff like that.""I know! Let's talk about something more fun than our reading lists and bodily functions." She eyed him beadily, daring him to repeat his disgusting scatological comments from the last time they'd played this game."Like what?""Like..." Cassie considered and discarded a dozen suggestions instantly, filing them away as either too mild or far too dirty. "Like, never have I ever kissed someone below the chin.""Really, never?""Never ever.""I'm not putting a finger down for that. It's dumb. You can't seriously have gotten to be nearly twenty years old and never done that.""But I haven't!""Come here. Kiss me right here on the neck, and then think of another one." He was laughing, but he did lean forward and pull his shirt away from the side of his neck, clearly intending for her to follow through.With another blush; would they never stop?; she bent and pressed her lips quickly to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. It was brief, but she was still pleasantly surprised by how warm his skin was there."Alright, now think of a better one than that," Andrew said with another laugh, sitting back."I can't think of anything. You say one.""Alright, fine. Never have I ever...made out with a hot girl who was sober."It was Cassie's turn to laugh. "Wait, how many drunk hot girls have you made out with?""Just one, but she was scorching.""Oh, prettier than me, huh?" She meant it as a joke, but her tone fell a little short of the levity she was going for, and she ended up sounding a great deal more jealous than she felt."Well, no, I mean, not prettier than you, per se..."Cassie gave him her most dramatic look of mock-hurt. "You don't think I'm pretty, Andrew?""Are you kidding? You're beautiful, Cass. But you're...you know...you're Cassie."A jolt of something like fear, but entirely not, shot through Cassie's stomach. He'd never said that before, that she was beautiful. True, he'd qualified it, but at the same time...he thought she was beautiful. Her face warmed."I'm tempted to make you make out with me and pick another one, just because you were so obnoxious about mine," Cassie said, laughing.Andrew laughed once, but then his smile became something decidedly more inviting."Oh, really? That wasn't obnoxious. I was merely pointing out that there are things in this life that you should have done in your teenage years.""And making out with a girl with no alcohol involved is definitely something you should have done. I still have another couple months before I'm out of my teens. You've missed the boat already! Anything you do now is necessary just to catch up.""So you think I should have done...this?" He rolled up onto his hands and knees, which put his face directly in front of hers, an inch or two away. After a pause, their lips touched, and in her surprise at the suddenness of it she broke the kiss to suck in a startled breath.He backed away a couple of inches, thinking he'd startled her unpleasantly, but Cassie followed him, leaning forward until they were separated by a mere sliver of air. Andrew kissed her again, softly at first, but then inspiration seemed to strike, and he sat up a little, putting his hands on either side of her face to hold her to him. When he finally released her, both of them were breathing a little harder, eyes a little wide, movements a little uncertain."So," Andrew said, clearing his throat and sitting back. "So, I guess I can't use that one anymore. Unless you've been drinking, of course?" Still too stunned to react properly to his comic jabs, she merely shook her head. "I thought not. You're not alcoholic enough to sneak a flask into a movie theater. Well, is it your turn to think of one, then, or are you going to make me go again?""I, um..." Cassie shook her head a little, cleared her throat. "Well, let's see. Never have I ever..." She thought of the moment earlier when Andrew had pulled his shirt back from his neck, showing off the lovely, muscled shoulders he was secretly proud of. She wondered if the rest of him was as nice as his shoulders. "Never have I ever seen any of my friends naked."Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "What, you've never been in a locker room before?""When would I have been in a locker room?" Cassie laughed. She was not the athletic sort, as Andrew was well aware."Still, never? Like, you've never gone streaking, skinny dipping, changed in front of each other, anything?"Cassie shook her head, grinning. Andrew stood up next to the bed. "Well, I can't let that go unchanged. Seriously, nudity among friends; it's a rite of passage!"He seized the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor before going to work on his belt. Cassie watched with a mixture of horrified amazement that he was actually stripping naked in her bedroom, laughable discomfort because it was Andrew, and a growing appetite for the new perspective she was gaining on him, this thought of him as a real, handsome, sexy boy; not just her buddy Andrew.His pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, standing awkwardly in his boxers for a moment before seizing the waistband and tugging those down to his ankles, too. Cassie couldn't help but stare; she'd never seen any boy totally naked, and here was a very fine specimen of man, standing in front of her with much less self-consciousness than she would have expected.After a moment, he bent to pull his boxers and pants back on, but Cassie protested."Aw, you're going to put it all back on?" she asked jokingly. "Here I thought you were going to play the rest of the game that way."Shrugging, Andrew sat back at the end of the bed as he had been, with the notable difference that he was now stark naked. "This hardly seems fair.""What do you mean?""I'm totally hanging free here, and you're still bundled up like a nun. A little reciprocation would be fair, don't you think?"Cassie shuddered at the idea of Andrew seeing her naked. She was self-conscious enough about seeing herself in the mirror.But Andrew was staring at her expectantly, and she knew he would play along no more without this quid pro quo. She stood nervously, then pulled her shirt up over her head, dropping it beside her. Andrew just watched, expressionless except for his small smile, so she carried on.Her skirt followed her shirt to the floor, and then with a deep breath she unclasped her bra in the back and dropped that onto the pile as well. Without looking at Andrew, and with a face undoubtedly colored like a beet, she slipped her panties off, sliding them down her long bare legs and kicking them off onto the pile of discarded clothes.Andrew's eyes took in every inch of her nudity, and he sighed; she thought she heard him say "Cass" under his breath. When his eyes trailed back up to meet hers, he smiled. "And now neither of us can use that one."Cassie sat back down, a little closer to Andrew this time, their knees touching. "It's your turn."Andrew hadn't taken his eyes away from her yet, and still didn't as he answered without hesitation, "Never have I ever touched every inch of a girl's naked body." His hands were already reaching out to touch her shoulders, trail along her leg, cup her face. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her farther down on the bed so that she could fit lying down without hitting her head on the headboard. He took her face in his hands and kissed her sweetly."Andrew!" Cassie cried in a voice that was half a laugh when they paused to breathe. "What are you doing?""Not sure yet," Andrew said absently, tucking her hair behind her ears and kissing her soundly.Cassie could feel her heart beating in every extremity; had she ever been able to feel every inch of her hypersensitive skin the way she could now? Andrew did not stop kissing her as his hands fell away from her face, slipped down her neck and gently ran over her tits to her stomach. When his thumbs grazed over her nipples, a shock wave ran down through her torso, straight to that soft, dark place between her legs. She had never been as aware of that spot as she was at that instant.Andrew was kneeling over her now as she lay back on the bed, and in their mutual nudity it was impossible for him to hide his body's appreciation of this turn of events. His erection brushed against her thigh as he shifted, and she tensed, the unfamiliarity suddenly overwhelming her.The kissing stopped immediately; Andrew sat back, concern on his face. "Is this okay? Are you-- I mean, is this too weird?""No, no," she assured him, and she meant it. All this felt surprisingly natural, even as quickly as it was moving; as if this was the most obvious and right state for them to be in, and everything they had been and done before had been awkward and unsatisfying. "Please come back."He acquiesced with a vengeance, the force of his kiss pinning her to the bed as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and grasped the back of his neck with the other. When he suddenly moved to change positions, he almost lifted her off the bed in his enthusiasm as she clung to him. She admired for a moment the powerful muscles of his abdomen and lower body when he sat up on his knees to shift, putting himself between her legs.She was unbelievably, overwhelmingly aroused, almost to the point of discomfort; she could feel the slickness of her own juices between her thighs as she moved over on the bed to center herself, and when she spread her legs apart to give Andrew a place to kneel, the cold air of the room was a shock on her wet flesh.Andrew's hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the skin of her stomach as his kisses began to trail downward; along her neck, across her collarbone, up the mound of her tit. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue moving torturously slowly in a narrowing spiral around it, ending at last in a fierce, cat-tongue lick and a small, playful nip.The muscles in Cassie's stomach tightened suddenly, jerking her, forcing a small gasp out from between her lips. Andrew smiled against her skin.One hand slid away from her hip, along the outside of her leg, fingers dragging lazily across the skin of her thigh. He folded his hand so that only his index finger pressed against her skin as he worked his way back up, running it along between her legs as she squirmed. At length, his finger found the already wet-slick folds of her nether lips, teasing them apart and sliding from her clit to her drenched opening.Her fingers tightened on the skin of his back, her mouth dropping open; it seemed suddenly as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, and the lack made her deliciously dizzy. He pulled back from her a little, watching her face as his finger slid up and down slowly.She couldn't get enough of his face, especially the tiny smile, like he had a secret and was going to tell her in little pieces, stretched out over the night. There was something strange and thrilling about watching him touch her; he seemed to waver between being the Andrew she'd always known and trusted more than anyone else in the world, and a completely different man, surprisingly sexy, totally aware of what she wanted and needed and ached for."Is this really happening?"She didn't realize she'd spoken the words aloud until Andrew paused in his finger's ministrations and bent to bury his face in her neck, whispering between kisses, "It must be, unless we're both sharing the best dream I've ever had."He sat up, eyes on her body like he was trying to memorize it. His hand started to move again, faster, his fingertip teasing her clit and sending alarmingly powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. Her toes and fingers were going numb in waves of tingles. She was blazing hot inside; her skin ought to be steaming in the air of the room.And at the core of her, so close to his hand, she began to feel an almost unbearable emptiness, as if he'd stolen a piece of her and he alone could return it. She closed her eyes, concentrated. She was so empty; she was a shell made only of feverish skin, holding nothing but this raging inferno and a desperate, gaping vacancy.

For this compelling episode, Ceri is joined by artist Jeremy Hutchison, whose subversive, multi-disciplinary practice spans performance, sculpture, video and text. They cover essential takeaways for artists today: how to subvert the aesthetics of capitalist spectacle without shame, how humour disruption and wrong-headed commercialism can be radical tools for change; and why artists must stop waiting for permission and instead beg forgiveness, push edges and find their co-conspirators.  The Artist Mastermind Circle: Ready to stop second-guessing and start building momentum in your art career? Applications are now open for the next Artist Mastermind Circle—a six-month coaching programme for mid-career artists who are serious about growing their confidence, income, and opportunities.Apply by 21 July at https://cerihand.com/artist-mastermind-circle/ and take the next bold step. KEY TAKEAWAYS Don´t ask for permission, push the boundaries and embrace risk. Beg forgiveness afterwards. Nonsense and humour are powerful - they make people pause and question. Leverage the systems you are critiquing to reach more people. Working with others, movements and communities fuels your creativity and increases reach. Notice small detail they can be catalysts for impactful art. If you want a sustainable practice, regularly take time to recharge. You need good mental and physical health. BEST MOMENTS “You don't need 700 people. You only need about 7 or 10 champions.” “Sometimes in the midst of a political or cultural crisis, the risks that artists have to take set them apart from the tribe.” “I often begin with a tiny thing that pops out of the great sea of life, and it will somehow express the full weirdness of the greater thing.” EPISODE RESOURCES https://jeremyhutchison.com https://www.instagram.com/jeremyhutchison PODCAST HOST BIO With over 30 years in the art world, Ceri has worked closely with leading artists and arts professionals, managed public and private galleries and charities, and curated more than 250 exhibitions and events. She sold artworks to major museums and private collectors and commissioned thousands of works across diverse media, from renowned artists such as John Akomfrah, Pipilotti Rist, Rafael Lozano-Hemmer and Vito Acconci. Now, she wants to share her extensive knowledge with you, so you can excel and achieve your goals. **** Ceri Hand Coaching Membership: Group coaching, live art surgeries, exclusive masterclasses, portfolio reviews, weekly challenges. Access our library of content and resource hub anytime and enjoy special discounts within a vibrant community of peers and professionals. Ready to transform your art career? Join today!  https://cerihand.com/membership/  **** Build Relationships The Easy Way Our self-study video course, "Unlock Your Artworld Network,"  offers a straightforward 5-step framework to help you build valuable relationships effortlessly. Gain the tools and confidence you need to create new opportunities and thrive in the art world today. https://cerihand.com/courses/unlock_your_artworld_network/ **** Book a Discovery Call Today  To schedule a personalised 1-2-1 coaching session with Ceri or explore our group coaching options, simply email us at hello@cerihand.com **** Discover Your Extraordinary Creativity  Visit www.cerihand.com to learn how we can help you become an extraordinary creative. This Podcast has been brought to you by Disruptive Media. https://disruptivemedia.co.uk/

Steve grabbed his chainsaw and headed out to the woods. That’s when he heard five-year-old August. “Wait for me, Dad! I want to come!” Grabbing his toy chainsaw, work gloves, and earmuffs, August followed Steve out the door. Steve set out a couple of logs for him a safe distance away. After ten minutes August was worn out. Cutting logs with a fake chainsaw is hard work! But he was happy to “help” his dad, and his dad was delighted to spend time with his son. Isn’t this how it is with our heavenly Father? We suppose we’re helping. “Wait for me, Dad! I need to get my chainsaw!” But our chainsaw is the least important thing about us. We’re not helping as much as we think. God cares far more about the first part, “Wait for me, Dad!” He doesn’t need our output. If you love His Son Jesus, God has adopted you into His family and given you His Spirit. “The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship” (v. 15). You’re not a servant who earns his place by hard work. You’re a child who is loved by your Father, no matter what. “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!” (1 John 3:1). Our heavenly Father is delighted when we serve Him. But He doesn’t need us. He simply wants us.

You are invited to a 30-Minute Creator Strategy Session to help you diagnose what's blocking your momentum and map out a breakthrough plan -> www.shawnbuttner.com Feel like you're putting out great content, but nobody's noticing? Meanwhile, others seems to effortlessly attract engagement without even trying? In this episode of Creators That Crush, Shawn shares the hilarious and frustrating story of Fancy, a neighborhood peacock who's somehow gained local fame, viral attention, and even an ice cream flavor—without doing anything but being himself. But there's a twist: Fancy has all the attention and none of the transformation. And that's where creators can do better. Using Fancy's unexpected success as a metaphor, Shawn explores what real creators can do to not only stand out, but show up with purpose. You'll learn three ways to stand out authentically—even in an AI-saturated world—and how to use your values to create work that resonates and transforms. What You'll Learn: Why copying viral creators is a trap that drains your voice The problem with attention if there's no transformation behind it How to stand out without chasing trends Why creators must focus on community, novelty, and humanity A powerful values-based exercise to align your content with your best self Links + Resources: Free 30-min Creator Strategy Session → www.shawnbuttner.com Connect on YouTube → YouTube Channel Listen on Apple Podcasts → Apple Listen on Spotify → Spotify

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Charlotte, the Sage of Abby HillBased on the work of BradentonLarry, in 6 parts.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.The Sage and  a Kind of Good-Bye"The Sage is ready to see you now," said Wei, the tall Asian man who they had learned was the Abbot of the brown-robed monks – or the Order of Record Keepers, as they called themselves.Don gently urged Nicole to release his cock from her mouth and promised they would get back to playing soon. As he tied his grey robe about himself, Don saw that Toshia, who had been riding up and down on Alan's lap only a moment before was also hurrying to make herself "presentable". After waking up hours ago, and the following, almost routine, morning sex (Well, that's definitely the right way to start the day, particularly when you wake up sandwiched between two naked, sexy women! Don thought to himself with a happy smile), they had had a bite of breakfast and been asked to wait until they were called for. While they learned a little bit more about the Order, most of the morning was spent in lazy sexual play. It was now shortly after midday, and at least two of them were quite eager to meet this person whom they had been awaiting, and had gone to such lengths to find.They followed Wei to the foot of a winding staircase and proceeded up. At the top, behind a modest door, they were admitted to a good sized study, complete with shelves filled with row upon row of books. Windows all around the room let bright sunlight in. There were a few comfortable chairs, and a nice desk, behind which, in a brown robe, sat a middle aged woman with thick, dark brown hair falling down around her shoulders. She was apparently reading the last page of a stack of typed material.Wei gestured to a set of chairs that had been drawn into a circle of four, and said, "Please, make yourself comfortable, she will be right with you."Sure enough, right after he had closed the door behind himself but before they could get comfortable in their chairs, the woman looked up at them and smiled. "Hello," she said as she stood up and came around the desk. "You're obviously Don, and I'm guessing you're Toshia and you're Nicole.""That's right, and you're 'the Sage'?" Toshia asked."That's what they call me," she smiled as she sat down in a high-backed chair."I admit, I was expecting someone a bit ... more wizened," Don smiled."Well, it's really just a title, like 'the Crone', though I suspect the similarities end about there. You can call me Charlotte if you prefer.""Pleased to meet you, Charlotte," Toshia said."Likewise," Charlotte smiled again. "I know you must have many questions, but let me just say, I've just finished reading your various reports, and I've enjoyed them very much. Our scribes are chosen for their skill at asking the right sorts of questions and their ability to flesh out the stories they're given, but in this case they've had very good material to work with. The three of you have had some very interesting adventures. I particularly enjoyed reading about your encounter with the Bull, Toshia.""So, everyone who comes here looking for you tells their story and you read it?" Nicole asked."Yes, that's right. I confess, my personal 'kink' is to get off reading about, and sometimes watching, the exploits of others. I would have finished reading your reports earlier, but I had to keep stopping to masturbate.""Wouldn't it have been more efficient for us to just tell you directly?" Nicole asked with a twinkle in her eye that the Sage seemed to miss."Well, yes, but there are two problems with that," Charlotte answered. "One, we keep all the stories, as a record and a source of study...""You could just have someone type it up as we told you," Toshia pointed out.Charlotte nodded, "That's quite true, but then the narrator would be bristling with questions for me, which would slow things down and cause all kinds of complications.""Is that the second problem?" Don asked."No, the second one is that there seems to be some benefit to having each person tell his or her own story, and then comparing them.""How have our stories diverged?" Don wanted to know."Well, I've only just read the three of them, and haven't had hardly any time to think about them, but Don's way of looking at your time here in Eros involves a lot of digressions and interconnections, while Toshia's is more straight-forward. Nicole's is actually rather journalistic."Don could see that Nicole had half a mind to object to this, but he cut in with, "OK, but what's the point of all this anyway?"Charlotte the Sage frowned slightly and said, "I assume you mean the record-keeping?""Well, for now, yes.""At some point, long ago, the first Sage decided that one way of trying to make sense of the whys and wherefores of Eros was to start recording the experiences of people who, like him, remembered their lives before waking up here.""And, has it helped?" Toshia asked."Well, it certainly makes for some stimulating reading," Charlotte laughed. Then she added, "It definitely has served to build up some generalizations that seem to be helpful.""Such as?" Don prodded."Every single person who has come here, to this Abbey, and this goes back for 450 Erosian years, has spoken English rather fluently. Now, the only people who we interview are those who remember their lives prior to waking up here, but none of them has ever reported meeting anyone who doesn't speak English. This suggests that either the people who don't remember spoke English before they arrived here, were somehow rewired to speak English upon being brought over, or are native Erosians. This all seems to strongly suggest that whomever or whatever is responsible for selecting people for Eros speaks English, and that seems quite surprising and noteworthy to me.""So, which is it, were they brought here or are they natives?" Nicole asked."They were brought," Don said quietly, remembering his and Toshia's visit to the Library in the Manor."Well, the evidence does suggest that," Charlotte nodded. "They seem to have various personality traits and interests that wouldn't make sense for native Erosians, for one thing.""That's what I was thinking," Don added."Also, some people have actually met people they recognized or even knew quite well from Earth, but who seemed to have no memory of that other life.""That must have been bizarre," Toshia said."It has sometimes been ... awkward, to say the least," nodded Charlotte."All of this is very interesting, but you mentioned whomever, or whatever, is selecting people from Earth – English speaking people from Earth," Don said as he leaned forward. "Who or what is doing this, and why? What's the point of it all?"Charlotte smiled again, "I honestly can't say. I admit that the question puts me in a philosophical frame of mind. Imagine if I asked you what the point of it all was on Earth. Anyway, there are theories, of course. Some Sages have thought that we were being held prisoner here as lab rats, running countless experiments on human sexuality, others that there is some power, or powers, who feed off human eroticism, or who have lost the ability to generate it for themselves – the ultimate voyeurs. There seems no question that there's some intelligence behind it, though.""Why do you think so?" Toshia asked."Well, it only selects people who are quite dissatisfied with their Earthly sex lives." Charlotte held up her hand to forestall Toshia's objection. "The fact that it is very hard to sort out exactly what counts as such dissatisfaction seems to lend weight to this consideration. No doubt, Toshia would hesitate to say that she was dissatisfied in any way with Sarah, but it seems clear from reading her story that she would hardly think of the sex life she was having before as being satisfying now. Almost every single person who has found his or her way here has thought that being brought to Eros was a wonderful gift, which has led some to speculate that this was some kind of heaven."Don couldn't resist scowling at this notion, and Charlotte noticed. "I don't buy that either," she said with a smile. "On the other hand, it's the best afterlife I've ever heard of. Going back to the question of intelligence, one of the most telling bits of evidence is the two of you, Don and Toshia."After taking a moment to scowl thoughtfully at this suggestion, Toshia asked, "What do you mean?""As far as our records indicate, the two of you are unique. No pair of friends has ever woken up together like you have. Before you ask, I have absolutely no idea what that might mean. Perhaps it's for the purposes of one of those psycho-sexual experiments."There was a moment of silence before Don decided to ask, "What's up with the black robed figures?""The Watchers," Charlotte nodded. "Another indication that there is some kind of intelligent process going on. After 450 years of accumulating data, there has never been anyone – anyone recorded, anyway – who has managed to talk to, or even catch hold of, one of those bastards. They watch for a bit; then, when you think you're going to get your hands on one, they're gone.""Is it science or magic?" Toshia asked."I'm inclined to follow Arthur C. Clarke on this one and say I don't really know that there's a difference in this context.""There are so many questions," Don muttered, shaking his head. "How many people remember their lives? What's the distribution of their wheres and whens? Is there anything they all have in common besides being sexually frustrated?""Is there a way to get home again?" Toshia asked resolutely.Charlotte, knowing this was the issue that had motivated them in seeking her out, turned to Toshia with a serious expression and said, "Yes, or so it would seem anyway. There are apparently at least two ways. The first is to become bored with life in Eros. It seems that when that happens you will simply go missing, and it's presumed that you return to your Earthly life. As to the other, more proactive, way, the lake outside is the headwater of a river that runs several hundred kilometers to an ocean or a sea – we haven't been able to get anyone to engage in any kind of systematic exploration. Along the coastline to the left of mouth of river...""To the left facing the sea?" Don asked."Yes," Charlotte smiled again. "Go down the river, then turn left, and proceed along the coast, until you find a place called the Grotto of Ishtar, or just the Grotto. There, according to two people who have accompanied others seeking to leave, you'll find a way to return home."Toshia looked like she was ready to head off immediately, but a couple of concerns occurred to Don. He said, "I'm troubled by something: how can anyone here know that people return home safely? And, now that I'm saying that, how did the Scholar know that time moves differently here in Eros? It doesn't seem to make sense that we could know these things unless someone has been able to return home and then come back.""Very good, Don," Charlotte nodded, and Don found himself thinking that she must have been a teacher back on Earth. She explained, "There seems to be a way to go back and forth between Eros and Earth more or less at will. One of the more enterprising people who have visited the Abbey several times, a Stephanie Ayers, found someone with this ability and talked to him at great length. She then tracked down two more people, and in doing so was able to confirm these rumors and suppositions.""How are they able to do it?" Don asked intently."Stephanie says they have 'magic rings' that allow them to 'decide' to wake up in either Eros or Earth; or, should that be 'on'?""Where do they get those rings, and what do they look like?""I cannot answer the first, Don, but apparently they are simple rings of a shiny black material, something like hematite."Don sat back in his chair. That sounds familiar! After a moment of reflection, he smiled broadly and said, "I think I've seen someone with one of those, and I'm pretty sure I can find her again."Charlotte gave Don a long look and said, "I can guess what you have in mind, Don, but I should warn you that these ring people are not only very possessive of their rings, but also very evasive about how they came to acquire them. Stephanie hasn't been able to get any useful information so far, and she's been at this a while."Toshia brought the discussion back to the main topic with, "I wanted to ask another question – our flying carpet stopped working and several hundred kilometers is a long way – do you know of any way to make the trip quicker?""Well, yes," Charlotte answered, "I would take the riverboat.""The riverboat?""Yes, there's a riverboat that goes from the Resort down to the city on the coast, Rendezvous, and back. You might have to wait for it sometime, it doesn't keep to a schedule very well, but it docks just outside of the Resort, through the gate opposite the one you used to come here.""Wait," Don cut in, "there's a city?""Well, it's a town, really, but it's the biggest one in Eros as far as I know."This prompted what felt like a dozen questions in Don's mind, starting with those of economics. He was still having a hard time coming to grips with the weirdness of how Eros worked."Thank you for your time, Charlotte," Toshia was saying.Although Don wanted to interject with, "Are we leaving already?" he realized how important it was for Toshia to stay on the task of returning to Sarah, so he set aside the questions he was dying to ask and stood, saying, "Thank you very much." Nicole followed suit.The Sage stood up as well, and said, "If you decide to stay longer in Eros, please feel welcome to return to the Abbey anytime."Don smiled warmly at this suggestion, and thought it was a bit odd that he was leaving this attractive, intelligent woman without having had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring her. Eros had definitely altered his way of thinking.At the foot of the winding staircase, Wei met them with one of his smiles and their clothing. Once they had changed, Wei led them back to the entrance-exit. The other "monks" seemed particularly scarce. Similarly, the huge guardian of the bridge was nowhere to be seen as they crossed it.Toshia set the pace down the trail for the Resort. She was clearly in a hurry to get on the road, or river, as the case may be, to this Grotto of Ishtar. Don kept up with her easily, but also kept an eye on Nicole, who didn't walk as fast as Don and Toshia even when they weren't hurrying. He could tell that something was troubling the pretty young woman, but his own mind was still bustling with too many questions for him to ask her what was on her mind. Still, he wasn't surprised when, as they came around the last corner and saw the Resort's gate ahead, Nicole asked them to stop for a moment."I thought I should tell you this before we found the others," Nicole said, taking a moment to sit down on a nearby rock."What is it?" Toshia said with obvious and honest concern."I'm not going back," Nicole said. "Well, not yet. I'm going to wait until I'm tired of this place. I don't really have anybody back home to hurry back to, Toshia, and I fucking love it here. I'd come along to make sure you get to the Grotto safely, but it sounds like you and Don will be able to do that without me. I don't think you'll be able to shake Shelonda anyway, but you might want to consider leaving Victor and Amy here at the Resort. You know the rest of Eros isn't so nice and friendly, and this place is safe."Don smiled at Nicole and said, "It's been great having you along with us for this long.""If they're right about time, we'll all wake up 'tomorrow' and email each other," Nicole smiled with a bit of sadness. "Well, allowing for the date difference, that is. You better come visit me, Professor."Don laughed, and said, "Of course! I'm already looking forward to it.""You can come stay with us in Florida," Toshia smiled. Don could see a tear in her eye.He decided to make things a bit easier on them all by changing the subject, "You know, she has a good point about the others."Toshia seemed to fasten upon this line of thought, saying, "Well, Shelonda's going to be very hurt if we don't allow her to come with us, I think.""I'm not sure we're in any position to allow or disallow her, actually," Don said."True," Toshia nodded. "So, the most we can do is encourage her to stay here. Probably that's the most we can do for all of them.""We could suggest that they need to stay here to keep an eye on Nicole," Don mused.Nicole laughed, and said, "Oh, I'm sure I'll be quite alright here.""And, what happens if Nicole does eventually get tired of this place and goes missing?" Don nodded. "Do people who don't remember their past lives do that? Damn, I should have thought of asking that earlier."

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AP correspondent Haya Panjwani reports on the legal challenges of a member in Congress.

Not only did I get to race against Barry Hawk at the US Sprint Enduro, but I got to interview him after the fact as to why he's so much better than me as a racer. Some may not want to revel in their defeat, but me, I want to learn from it! Barry Hawk breaks down what he learned when riders Juha Salminen and David Knight came over to race the GNCC Series. He learned quickly that they were getting the speed on course due to their “european lines”. At that time, he was riding lines like I did, more “american lines”. It was an awesome breakdown of what he saw 20 years ago, and what we hear discussed from Texas ISDE racers like Brian Storrie and the O'Leary Brothers. Two other topics discussed were riding with patience and off-camber turns. Barry told us that even he has to remind himself to not push it when too much in certain situations. He wants to ride smoothly, with less opportunities for mistakes. The off-camber turns discussion as one that helped me understand what's happening between the rider and bike a lot more. I don't immediately want more of them, but I don't think I'm as leary of them now.If you enjoyed this episode, please share with your riding buddies. Grabbing a shirt or Utility Can Caddy from the Shop is also a huge help. Enjoy #GettingSeattime & Stay #Stoked!

Being memorable isn't easy. You need swag, confidence, and the ability to catch people's eye. The inside matters too. But the outside makes the inside count. Nobody will know you taste great if people don't take you home. Now get your mind out of the gutter and realize we're talking about CPG brands here. You have to stand out. There are so many products on the shelf. Consumers only have so much time. Every little detail matters. Ali Elliott, Founder of Farmer Foodie, joins us on this episode of The Longer Game to share her journey of creating deliciously memorable products. Like that description? Stick around. We've got so many good brand ideas and taglines you'll need a pen and paper to catch them all. Go ahead. Grab your pen, cozy up next to your legal notepad, you know you've still got one and let's get ideating.The Longer Game is a podcast focused on leaning into the trends and advancements in retail so brands see a clearer path to success across ALL channels. We're looking at retail in a whole new way, looking to better understand the future of retail. It's Retail Reimagined. Sharing hope about the future. No one channel can a business sustain. Go omni-channel.Like what you're hearing? Subscribe to our channel and make sure to click or tap the bell so you get notified whenever new episodes drop.Want to learn more about The Longer Game? Head over to https://thelongergame.com to read show notes, watch more episodes, or contact us.Follow us on LinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/company/thelongergameFollow us on Instagram: https://instagram.com/thelongergameFollow us on Facebook: https://facebook.com/thelongergameOur guest's Name is Ali Elliott. She founded Farmer Foodie in January 2020 as a plant-forward food blog while serving as Education Director at McEnroe Organic Farm. Sharing her passion for sustainable farming, eating, and living has been central to her career. A vegetarian for 13 years, she struggled to give up cheese until she began creating her own dairy-free recipes, leading to a fully vegan lifestyle and the launch of her Cashew Parm product line.On May 17, 2022, just five days before graduating from Brandeis University's Heller School with an MBA in Social Impact and an MA in Sustainable International Development, she officially launched Farmer Foodie's first Cashew Parm flavor, Golden Chedda. She pursued an MBA focused on social entrepreneurship and environmental stewardship to build a sustainable food brand that benefits both consumers and the planet.You can find them at...Website: https://thefarmerfoodie.com/Find them on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/farmerfoodie/?viewAsMember=trueFind them on Instagram: @thefarmerfoodieFind them on Facebook: @thefarmerfoodiesMichael Maher, the host, would love to connect with you. Reach out to him at…Email: michael@thinkcartology.comLinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/in/immichaelmaherThis podcast is sponsored by Cartology and Podcastify Me.Cartology is a customized done-for-you service agency that helps brands accelerate growth and get profitable on the Amazon marketplace. They work directly with brands to create strategy and then go right out and execute it. Want to find out more?Website: https://thinkcartology.comFind Cartology on LinkedIn: https://linkedin.com/company/cartologyFind Cartology on Instagram: https://instagram.com/thinkcartologyFind Cartology on Facebook: https://facebook.com/thinkcartologyPodcastify Me is designed to help coaches of all kinds enter the podcasting space with minimal lift for them. And, inviting past, current and future clients to your show as part of your marketing and sales process sets you apart from your competition, in a time where podcasting is really gaining popularity.Website: https://podcastify.meFind Podcastify Me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/podcastify.me/Find Podcastify Me on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCf2biqOTN2UbZ5aaM4Sx6NQ

On today's show, after checking back in to each of the Playoff series from last night—the Celtics/Knicks and Timberwolves/Warriors games—we're breaking down and reacting to the NBA Draft Lottery.

Astros Are On A 3 Game Lost Streak Falling 17-18, Can They Grab A Win Today Hopefully Grabbing Their Momentum Back?

Astros Are On A 3 Game Lost Streak Falling 17-18, Can They Grab A Win Today Hopefully Grabbing Their Momentum Back?

In this episode, Swim Coach Mike dives into the concept of "low-hanging fruit"—the easy, high-impact adjustments swimmers can make to quickly level up their performance. From small technical tweaks to smarter practice habits, Mike shares practical strategies coaches and swimmers can apply right away for fast, confidence-boosting gains. Whether you're on deck or in the lane, don't miss these simple ways to get more out of every practice. As always feel free to reach out to me on Instagram with any questions (@Swimcoachmike). Head over to ⁠Better Swim Coach⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠to find free resources and ways to elevate your coaching!

After literally dusting off the microphones, we return to catch you up on all of the exciting car related escapades we've been up to since our karting round table. From flying profanity to exciting vacations to run-ins with local law enforcement, it's been EVENTFUL. Welcome back! We're glad you're here!

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Prince George's County congressman Glenn Ivey talks about the latest developments in the case of his resident who was mistaken deported by the Trump administration.

Blake Lively was caught grabbing her co-star Henry Golding by the balls in an improvised scene in A Simple Favor; a move that was not written in the script. Plus, we have her response to Jed Wallace's lawsuit! And let's debunk Ronald Richards's latest tweets about RHOBH star Erika Jayne's lawsuits with Marco Marco.   Shop New "Justice for Justin" and "Mommy Sleuth" Merch now: https://merchlabs.com/collections/zack-peter?srsltid=AfmBOoqqnV3kfsOYPubFFxCQdpCuGjVgssGIXZRXHcLPH9t4GjiKoaio    Book a personalized message on Cameo: https://v.cameo.com/e/QxWQhpd1TIb    Listen to The Pop Report: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-pop-report/id1746150111    Watch Disaster Daters: https://open.spotify.com/show/3L4GLnKwz9Uy5dT8Ey1VPi    Join the Zack Pack Community to get access to perks: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCs3Zs51YaK-xw2U5ypi5eqg/join    Couldn't get enough? Follow @justplainzack or @nofilterwithzack

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Grabbing attention online is one thing—turning that attention into actual sales is another. With endless content competing for every second of screen time, passive viewers scroll past most marketing efforts without a second thought. The real shift happens when businesses move beyond generic promotions and create interactive, value-driven experiences that make people want to engage. When video stops being just entertainment and starts guiding viewers toward action, it becomes a powerful tool for real growth. Eitan Koter is a video industry veteran with over 20 years of experience, evolving from broadcast media to digital platforms. As the co-founder of Vimmi, a video commerce platform, he bridges media and technology to drive innovation. He also hosts the Mastering E-commerce Marketing podcast, where he interviews experts on digital commerce trends. With deep expertise in video production, social media strategies, and interactive e-commerce, he is a sought-after speaker and consultant. Today, he explored the power of shoppable video, showing how businesses can create engaging content that converts viewers into buyers on social media. Stay tuned! Resources Vimmi: Accelerate Your Sales with the Power of Shoppable Video Follow Vimmi on Facebook Connect with Eitan Koter on LinkedIn Subscribe to Mastering E-commerce Marketing Podcast hosted by Eitan Koter on Spotify Podcasts

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