Yralan "Hula Hooker" Lithewynn

Though he may not look like it, he is one of the strongest
hookers and disablers in the entire town of Teathill. His combo of
hoop dancing, gymnastics and impeccable nudity prove more than
sufficient to hook fragile travelling adventurers.

His signature ability, Hula Hook, is a series of irresistable
dancing movements performed almost on a single spot, affecting
all adventurers in the line of sight and dealing enormous amount
of arousal to them.

Hooked travellers are fully disabled for the entire dancing
sequence and can be easily lured in for more and more interesting
deals, getting their purses emptied with a gypsy's effectiveness.

Likes to hide behind rocks and wait to ambush his prey. When
lust (for gold) strikes, he stands motionless behind a rock or
under the cover of foliage, listening and watching. When a careless
adventurer, like a horny barbarian, wanders close enough, Yralan
gracefully walks out of his hiding spot, pinning the victim with
his blinding full frontal nudity.

Sometimes this clever hooker plays a sleeping elf, exposing all
his "treasures" to fool greedy adventurers that might try to
pleasure themselves to the sight of the "careless napping elf" for
free, and right after they're done he quickly wakes up and
charges them for the show.

Few can keep their precious gold on them when his playful
fingers crawl into their pockets. Not that anybody was disappointed
about these "investments" so far as Yralan is known for offering
a lot of bonuses and a fantastic service to make sure the
clients "accidentally" travel through his working area again, whenever
they have some more gold to spend.

This is a birthday gift for my dear friend Aldric-Cheylan who
has these adorable OCs named Isil and Lou, so I pretended here
it's Lou's birthday but in fact it's his owner's of course! ^.^

                             

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nce upon a time there lived a fox boy named Lou and a
Thalhed lizard called Isil. Lou also had two older brothers and all the
three of them were known as the Cheylan brothers, and they lived
in a nice house in a city. The lizard Isil lived in a nearby
forest by the pond.

Isil belonged to that species of lizards that are strong but at
the same time have soft and almost unbreakable bones. They are
capable of doing very extreme positions without hurting
themselves or injuring anything inside their bodies. Not all of them
constantly do something extraordinary, but Isil for one has always
been a big lover to bend himself all day.

Once while bending to his pleasure and trying to do a
particularly extreme twist of his limber spine and seeing how far he
could stretch his almost rubbery but quite muscled legs, Isil
noticed a group of people throwing a picnic by the pond. It is
necessary to mention that the Thalhed lizards are great protectors of
nature, they always keep an eye on humans who damage their
environment and always try to repair the damage or report to more
powerful creatures.

However, this time, Isil noticed, those people were not humans.
They were a group of kemonomimi creatures, still compared to
Isil they were giants! Among them, however, there was a smaller one
who attracted Isil's attention. Much like Isil himself, that one
was naked, and from where Isil was sitting, that young giant was
quite a sight to admire.

Isil himself knew what clothes are, but prefered to live naked
and wear only a few jewels, but seeing naked visitors in his
forest was quite rare, and so he was glued to the sight of this
giant fox boy who, as he already learned, was named Lou, that's
what others always called him.

So Isil just made himself comfortable by putting both of his
feet behind his neck and tugging himself into a tight and cozy
knot, and continued to admire these people who, unlike human
visitors, were all remarkably respectful to the nature.

                         

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In the meanwhile Lou, the fox boy, all of a sudden started
doing something that our little lizard wouldn't expect at all! Lou,
staying naked as he was, also started doing various flexible
things with his body! The lizard almost fell over in surprise as he
wasn't expecting the boy to be so limber! Isil's eyes opened
wide as he watched the young fox do splits, frontbends and the
deepest backbends, completely folding his body in half!

The already beautiful sight that Isil loved, now it became so
good that Isil was completely hypnotized by this flexible fox.
When the kemonomimis finally packed their things and left, Isil
was a bit sad that they only stayed for so few hours, and what if
they'd never visit again?

Isil decided that he absolutely wanted to become friends with
that Lou fox. He could swear that he overheard these people
mentioning that the boy's birthday was going to be on the day after
tomorrow. Isil immediately packed his things (actually he had
nothing to pack) and went to the magical tree stump that contained
a hidden slit between worlds, entered the slit and appeared in
the world named Oriental. From there he went straight to the
Oriental Village, that particular village inhabited by the elves,
Isil's great friends.

Many elves went out of their homes to look at the beautiful
naked lizard, but Isil only asked them where he could find Aaulin,
the main elf of the village. Aaulin, a long haired blond elf
with an unbelievably small cincher on his waist and a pair of silky
baggy pants, went to say hi to his long-term friend and ask what
happened.

"Dear Aaulin, I know I keep asking for all kinds of things
but... I once again have a favor to ask of you!"

"Of course, my dear Isil, what's the matter?"

"There's someone I saw today in the forest and really grew to
like him and ummm... I learned his birthday is on the day after
tomorrow..."

"Oh of course! If you came for a gift, you're just in time in
fact! We have some beautiful new jewels, clothes, some other
things, want to see?"

"Umm. I'm afraid jewels and clothes wouldn't make a nice
gift... You see, the problem is, Aaulin, that he is one of the... big
ones."

"OH? R- Really? A Human!?"

"No no no, of course not! In fact, he is a fox boy."

"Ah, you scared me for a second!"

"He's not scary at all, as a matter of fact he seems to be very
nice! I really want to befriend him, so I was thinking maybe a
small cake..."

"Isil, y- you realize the dimensions of that 'small' relative
to the big ones, right??"

"Maybe a really tiny one?"

"No, we'll help you and we'll make you a really good cake. But.
Isil, that will cost you."

"Sure thing. I've been limbering up the whole day, plus I've
invented something new this morning, I think you will love it! So
how big you can make that cake?"

"Hmm, let's see what you've got first and then I'll tell you
how big it will be," Aaulin gestured invitingly. In the meanwhile
nearly the entire elven village gathered around to look at the
Thalhed lizard's athletic and limber body. Without further talk,
Isil bowed to everybody and began his show.

Many days of all kinds of contortion experiments he had been
doing recently, now paid off, and inspired by the attention of so
many elves, Isil even started inventing new things on the spot.
He bent his toned but pliant body like there's no tomorrow and
amazed the whole elven tribe with the flexibility that was both
beautiful and extreme beyond imaginable.

The elves were major fans of contortionism and even had their
own contortion school in the village, but even the elves gasped
at what this lizard could do. Of all people, the elves surely
knew the price of extreme flexibility and greatly admired the
lizard's demonstration, which was a sight of a gem's rarity, even in
the Oriental Village where many kids, teens and young men
practiced contortion. But that's exactly why a good contortion show
was a better payment for them than anything else.

Isil really wanted to see how big a cake he'd earn and after
about an hour of doing all kinds of extremely flexible positions
he felt so much elasticity in his body that he asked for some
assistance and with the help of two, and then four elves, he was
able to pull some unbelievable stunts.

Finally, Aaulin asked Isil if the lizard could do a particular
pose for a bit longer because it was a new pose that seemingly
nobody in the world had done yet, and Aaulin asked the tribe's
painter to illustrate it for later study, so the students of the
contortion school could learn to do it in the future. Isil gladly
agreed and bravely held the pose for nearly a whole hour while
it was being carefully painted.

His immune system allowed him to go into stasis, a state where
the bodily functions and even the blood flow slowed down, so it
wasn't uncomfortable to hold a very extreme pose for so long.

In the end, Isil was quite tired but happy, and so were all the
elves.

"So... how big will you make it?" Isil asked, still panting and
blushing heavily after doing extreme contortion for more than
two hours in a row in front of the whole elven tribe.

"My dear friend, for you we'll make it GIANT!" Aaulin was still
blushing himself after all the beautiful sights of flexibility
and nudity he saw performed by this fit and athletic lizard.

It was already an evening. Isil was welcomed to be massaged by
a couple of very skillful elves but they made him so relaxed
that he just fell asleep in the middle of the massage.

The whole day afterwards went to bake the cake, which consisted
of several separate pieces that were baked independently in the
Oriental world, then at night they were carried upon small
flying carpets through the magical slit to our world and straight to
the residence of the Cheylan brothers, where the great cake was
finally assembled on the next morning upon the table near the
brothers' garden.

When everything was done, the elves flew away on their carpets
back to their world, while Isil made himself comfy on the flat
top of the cake and took a little nap. A creak of the residence's
door woke him up and the first sight he saw was Lou coming out
of the house, rubbing his eyes, yawning, stretching his arms and
yawning again.

Alas, this time Lou wasn't naked, but Isil wasn't sure if it
was good or bad, as the fox boy looked really pretty in what he
was wearing. He walked around the place a little and brought a
yoga mat, Isil had the change to see him from nearly every angle
and noticed that Lou was wearing soft sportive shorts, cut so high
that one could see his butt cheeks, and also a sleeveless shirt
so loose and deeply cut that Lou's dark nipples were flashing
all the time.

The boy was quite sleepy and still hadn't noticed the cake, so
Isil was just admiring him much like he did back at the pond. He
was just happy to see Lou once again. In the meanwhile Lou
stepped on his yoga mat and began bending in the light of the rising
sun, back and forth and to the sides, touching the ground with
his fingers easily no matter what side he bent to.

He'd do it very slowly, closing his eyes and relaxing for a
minute each time he reached the floor. When he bent backwards and
stood there for a minute, his loose shirt fell down, revealing a
stretched abdomen and an incredibly well shaped ribcage,
breathing slowly in a deep bend, lit by the rich and warm morning
light.

Isil gulped, he himself was quite contorted there upon the top
of the cake, but watching contortions done by someone else was
even more exciting!

After spending a couple of minutes in the backbend, Lou very
slowly stood up but didn't fully straighten himself right away but
kept his back folded in half in the very middle, letting his
shoulders rest on top of his butt for a while. His legs were
straight and his head was aligned as if he was standing up normally,
but his torso was completely folded like a towel. Isil could
easily do that himself but seeing such a thing done by someone else
made him blush as he didn't know it actually looked so pretty!

After standing like that for another minute, Lou finally
produced the cutest sigh and straightened himself, but not completely,
he then just walked around with his back slightly curved
backwards as if he just couldn't get enough of the feeling of the
backbend. He walked around the garden and his back did only fully
straighten when all of a sudden he saw the cake on the table, and
then Isil!

"Hey there!" Isil winked and smiled wide, wagging his big
muscled lizard tail in the air above his cozily bent self.

"H- Hi... Oh wow..." Lou stood there with his jaw dropped,
guessing if he decided too early that he was awake and maybe he was
still sleeping in fact?

"Happy birthday, Lou!!"

"Wow, th- thanks... H- How do you know my name?"

"I saw you bending at the pond two days ago and ummm... I,
well, I just wanted to see some more of it. And also I heard it's
gonna be your birthday, so I brought you a cake... Well, in fact,
I didn't bake it myself but I had to work hard for it and so I
hope you'll like it, Lou!"

"Th- the cake seems very yummy...." Lou almost began to drool
for real. He couldn't recognize what ingredients the cake was
made of, nothing he saw before, yet it looked so yummy indeed.

"Not as yummy as your morning exercises, though... Although I
was sort of hoping you'd be wearing a birthday suit for your
birthday..." Isil rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Ah... well, I don't get naked in front of
str...ang...errrrrsss..... on the other hand, nevermind!.. It's all just a nice
dream, I know!! It's all a dream, it's all a dream! Woooo!!" Lou
stretched his arms and danced like an idiot. "I'm gonna do
everything you say, Mr. Magical Lizard! Let me just..." Lou took off his
shirt and shorts and threw them on the terrace's floor. "Here!
Did you have any specific requests to make, Mr. Magical Li-"

"First of all, the name's Isil. And I wanted to play a game
actually... How about I do a pose and you repeat after me? Then you
strike a pose and I try to repeat. But let's start with
something easy and make it harded bit by bit to make it more
interesting?"

"Sounds fun! I'm in!!!" Lou immediately went back to his yoga
mat, sat on his soles and focused on the lizard. "Who starts?"

"I can! How about this?" Isil put his chin on the cake's top,
bent his body over and put his feet on top of his own head.
"Basic things first!" He grinned.

"Sure!" Lou grinned in response and quickly repeated the
position. "I make it more difficult now!" Lou straightened his legs,
pointing them vertically in the air, then landed his butt right
on top of his own head.

"Easily!" Isil grinned and relaxed his own spine into an
identical position, while holding his legs perfectly vertical.
"Hmmm..." He hummed and after a moment of thinking he spread the legs
in the opposite directions until his left leg pointed straight to
the left horizontally and the right leg straight to the right,
ending up in a full middle split while keeping his butt on top of
his head.

"Mmm!" Lou gracefully spread his own legs in the same manner
when all of a sudden the door creaked and the two other Cheylan
brothers appeared.

"Happy birthday, L . . . . Lou!!" His older brother, Kei,
exclaimed. "What are you doing??"

"More importantly, why are you doing this naked?!" The other
brother, Aldric, asked, crossing his arms on his chest. "The
neighbors might be watching!"

"B- b- but! I thought it was still a dream!!" Lou spoke after
quickly unrolling and sitting on his butt, curling into a ball to
hide his nudity. "We were just playing with Mr... Isil."

"Mister who, now?!" Both brothers immediately played their
muscles, looking ready to protect their precious little brother from
any kind of "mister".

"Ehh... the lizard man, there!" Lou pointed at the table but
there was no one. Lou blinked, unable to believe it...

"The lizard... man?" Aldric shook his head dramatically.

"Must be from that new video game he played to the midnight
yesterday," Kei smirked.

"Is it your cake, Kei?" Aldric asked his brother, being sure
that he himself certainly didn't buy such a cake that was on the
table.

"Isil brought it, I swear!! Wait... But if the cake is still
there..." Lou forgot all about his nudity and literally jumped to
the table. Looking at the other side of the cake he suddenly
laughed. "Why are you hiding, silly? My brothers won't eat you!" He
turned to Aldric and Kei. "There! I wasn't lying!"

"Hi," the lizard jumped on top of the cake in a single
acrobatic leap, curled up into a tight bendy ball and flexed his muscles
playfully. The two older Cheylan brothers looked at the little
lizard guy, dropping their jaws just as much as Lou earlier.

"Maybe we're all dreaming!!" Lou exclaimed.

"That's impossible..." Aldric spoke in a scientific tone.

"Mayb.... I... er... I don't know what to think!!" Kei only
said, staring at the grinning lizard.

"Let's just pretend the dream continues somehow!! Wooo!" Lou
shook his arms in the air. "Anyway, Isil is from the pond, we
visited him two days ago and now he's visiting us! And he brought a
cake. Isn't that nice!! Such a yummy looking cake!! I can't wait
to try!"

All the three brothers, who we yet to have a breakfast, were
staring at the cake hungrily.

"I... I'll go make the drinks," Aldric turned around and walked
to the door. "I think I'll have some Pu-erh, I need a clear
head."

"Cappuccino!" Lou squeaked.

"Just a hot milk," said Kei.

"And for you?" Aldric Cheylan already regained control over
himself and smiled at the lizard as if he was a regular guest.

"A fruit juice, please!" Isil smiled back and wagged his tail.

"We have oranges, babana, lemon, delicious apples, mango,
avocado, lime, kiwi, pineapple..."

"Whoa! I've never heard of half of these things, but..."

"...pear, coconut, grapes and I think peach. No, wait, it ended
yesterday!"

"Ah, I can't even decide..." Isil scratched the back of his
head with his foot.

"Oh wait! We also have apricot!" Aldric suddenly remembered.

"Alright, that's what I'll have!" Isil's confused face
stretched into a smile.

"Certainly!" Aldric disappeared behind the door.

"He should be a waiter..." Kei stared at where his brother was
standing.

"Yeah..." Lou stared too.

"You should put on some pants, Lou..."

"Yeah..." Lou bent to the floor and pulled his shorts up.

"Should I cover myself too?" Isil worried.

"No, not at all, unless our neighbors have a telescope," Kei
shrugged.

"Alright! I've never been so far away from the pond, to be
honest."

"How did you get all the way here?" Kei stared at the little
lizard.

"On the flying carpet of course! The elves helped a lot in
fact!"

"Oh my..." Kei slapped his forehead. "I should have guessed!
The elves! And the flying carpet! It all makes sense now. This
stuff looks nice, by the way. What's it made of?"

"I wouldn't know, really, the elves made it," Isil shrugged
which made Lou giggle because he shrugged while literally having
his thighs in his underarms. "I only did my part of the trade. But
they liked it, so I'm sure the cake is great!"

"What did you do then?"

"As you see I love bending, and the elves love it too, in fact
it's very rare there's somebody who can outdo the elves and I
just so happen to be one! So they got a little lizard show and you
get a little elven cake!"

In the meanwhile, Aldric Cheylan appeared from the house,
carrying a tray full of drinks like a classically trained waiter. A
big cup of Cappuccino for Lou, Kei's cup filled with hot milk, a
cup of the Pu-erh tea for himself and a miniature glass of
apricot juice for Isil.

"Whoa, I didn't expect to see elven drinkware around here,"
Isil received his small but richly ornamented glass and took a long
sip from it, all without bothering to undo his contorted pose.

"Elven drinkware?" Aldric raised a brow, taking a sip of his
tea.

"Yesterday I drank from exactly the same glass in the elven
village!"

"Most curious!" Aldric raised his brows even higher. "I brought
this glass at the flea market, because I thought it was a very
fine work. When I looked at it through a magnifyer, I was
impressed by all the details in the designs, I couldn't believe that
somebody could craft it..."

"Yeah, the elves made it, I'm sure of it!" Isil nodded. "They
also make a lot of jewels too, they crafted my ear rings for
example."

"Oh, true! You do have ear rings!" Aldric widened his eyes. "I
haven't even noticed, they're so very tiny!"

"Actually, these are quite big! Heavier ear rings feel nicer to
wear, at least for me! But I also have a navel piercing, it's
smaller, look!" For the first time in a while Isil rolled out of
his bend and knelt on the cake's top, demonstrating his belly.
"Don't know if you guys can see it."

"I can! It's really pretty!! It's so so small!" Lou stared at
the lizard's beautiful miniature chest with so small but so
finely defined abdomen and rib cage. "Hey, you also have nipple rings
too!!"

"Haha, yes! I was wondering if you'd notice them!" Isil arched
his torso to make the nipple rings shine in the sun.

"They're smaller than a grain of sand!!" Lou was in sheer awe
of the microscopic jewels.

"Oh! I apologize! I should let you guys try the cake!" Isil
suddenly remembered he was still on top of the cake and gracefully
jumped off. He sat next to the cake with his legs crossed and
received the tiny glass that Aldric helped to carry for him.

"Thanks a lot!!" Isil took a sip. "Yum! Apri...cot, right? The
taste is quite remarkable!"

Aldric nodded. "And it's good for your health, too. I can make
you other juices later. Maybe you should stay with us, you'll
eventually try them all. The supermarket here sells fruits
imported from many places, and even from different countries, so it's
no wonder you've never heard of them."

"Umm," Isil thought for a bit. "I'm sort of used to living at
the pond to be honest... But don't worry, I won't leave you until
I tried all these yummy fruits you have in the house and also
until we finished our little game with Lou!"

"Yaaay!" Lou put his arms in the air in excitement.

"And then you can try the berries we have, too!" Aldric winked.

"And more games!!!" Lou bent his arms behind his head so much
that his hands reached each other's the opposite armpits.

"Your arms are snakes, Lou!!" Kei laughed.

"Oh, Lou! I'm sorry I completely forgot it was your turn!!"
Isil immediately repeated Lou's arm trick, then bent forward and
picked the glass of fruit juice with his hands from this so not
normal position, and took a sip!

"Ooooh!" Lou stared, wondering if he'd be able to repeat... He
bowed forward, took the Cappuccino and, surprised that he could
actually manage to handle this new pose with relative easiness,
took a little sip of his coffee. He then put the cup back and
used one of his hands to pull on the other hand's elbow,
stretching that arm even further behind his neck, so far that the arm
curled all the way around his head until he was able to use its
hand to blow a kiss. It looked extremely strange, but somehow very
adorable that made everybody smile.

Isil repeated that and then suddenly put his foot behind his
head without the help of his hands. Lou quickly lifted his own
foot and also put it behind his neck and then pushed it further
down behind his back almost to his very waist!

"Welcome to the mad tea party!!" Kei exclaimed, also putting
his foot behind his head. "I'm not as flexible as Lou, but some of
these things I can do, too!"

"And the only one drinking actual tea here cannot do it..."
Aldric spoke in a dramatical voice, taking a sip of his Pu-erh.

"Are you sure you can't, Al?" Lou teased.

"Actually... I've never tried..."

"Come on, Al! Join the mad party!!" Lou put his other foot
behind his head, too, in response to Isil's latest move.

Aldric made up his mind, took his bare foot and attempted to
bring it as far as he could next to his head. To his surprise, his
foot fairly easily circled over his head and only got somewhat
stuck at the back of the head. It wasn't feeling very comfortable
but it didn't feel too bad either, to Aldric's surprise. After
taking a little breath, he could even put it a little further, so
his ankle ended up behind his neck.

Everybody was quite surprised at the sight. Lou applauded like
a child in a circus, even though it's himself who was knotted
into a pretzel more than any of the Cheylans.

Aldric gracefully put his foot back on the floor and adjusted
his smooth long dark hair that was a little messed up now. "I'm
sorry but I don't think I can eat a cake in this position."

"Me neither," Kei put his foot on the floor too.

"I can but I think I'll enjoy it more if I ate it normally!"
Lou returned both of his feet to the floor.

Meanwhile, Aldric cut the cake to several equal pieces, the
cake's consistency reminded a bit of soufflé or maybe even butter,
but wasn't exactly that, it wasn't anything fat, yet it was very
easy to cut and not the tiniest piece dropped on the table while
cutting. With surprising easiness Aldric was able to cut a tiny
slice that was perfect for Isil.

Everybody tried the cake and almost swallowed their tongues,
everyone was so silent until they finished their pieces because
all of them could only think about the taste! Even Isil was
surprised that the cake was so good, he tried quite a lot of elven
food in his life but this cake must have been some very special
recipe.

In any case, it was the time for the second round and then the
third, until sad but true... the birthday cake ended!

                         

And so Isil stayed with the Cheylan brothers for a very long
time. Lou quickly figured out that there was no way to beat Isil
in the game of flexibility, but day after day he was getting
better and better at this game. He promised that one day he would
learn to do something that Isil couldn't repeat. He didn't know
what yet, but he would learn it one day for sure!

And in the mean time, the Cheylan brothers would go to the pond
where Lou could get naked and practice together with Isil to
their hearts' content. Sometimes the Cheylans would leave the pond
and Isil would stay for a few days at home and then they'd come
back to pick him up to live in the house for a while.

                                    

The end!! (for now)

Thanks so much for reading!! ^-^

All characters belong to Aldric Cheylan ©
Story and illustration by Yuni ©

Bendybirds are a family--Bendidae--of seabirds found across
tropical and subtropical oceans. They have predominately naked
skin, beautiful athletic proportions and silky soft long hair on
their heads. Females have shaved pubes and males have a
distrinctive testicular pouch, which they show off during the breeding
season to attract females.

Their long wings (male wingspan can reach 2.3 meters (7.5 ft)
have ten toes at the ends, five on each wing. The lack of tail
gives these birds a typical upside down 'T' silhouette when fully
spread. The upper wings are short and weak, used mainly for
additional balance.

Able to enjoy for days the warmth of the sun, bendybirds spend
most of the day in flight, trying to find out how much further
they can spread their wings. Whenever bored with that, they
switch to breeding. The duration of the breeding process is among the
longest of any bird species, although bendybirds are only able
to breed once or twice per hour. The frequency and intensity of
breeding increases by nighttime until at some point they fall
asleep in the middle of the process, only to continue from where
they left off on the next day.

Miss Asphyxia. That's what they call this terrible ghost of a
young girl that appears in the streets of London. The police is
still unable to verify these bizarre reports from people all over
the many districts of the city and prefers to dismiss them as a
waste of time, trying to convince the reporters that it's just
their bloody imagination, however, the consistency of these
reports has led to creation of a whole file, including by now so many
stories and even amateur sketches and professionally made
drawings of her.

The ghost girl appears and vanishes, but her first appearances
date to the period of the so-called 19th Century Corsetry
Insanity, when girls would be trained since a tender age to wear the
strictest corsets and some corsetieres were proud to have young
ladies among their models, who could survive having their waists
clenched down to 13, 11 or even the impossible 9 inches! Such
demonstrations would be, however, carried out in secrecy and only
shown to the "trusted" audience, so there's no way to verify it
as a fact.

And that was the time when the unsettling ghost made her first
appearances. Interestingly, she is not stuck in the 19th century
fashion world and seems to keep her looks up to date, recently
making use of nylon turtleneck catsuits of extreme density and
tightness.

She would materialize in the depth of an old building's arc, in
a small passage between houses or in other obscure places, and
then vanish without a trace once she was finished. She never took
any money for her efforts, like a street performer would, the
only thing she took from the audience was sanity. What she made
them see could no longer be unseen and she would keep haunting
people's dreams for many days afterwards.

Among the many other reports, the police file contained this
one, told by an old man who could swear having witnessed the ghost
with those very eyes. This is the only story that went public
due to incompetence of  a police member. Apparently,
sometimes the ghost girl appears together with a grotesque BBW and the
sheer contrast between the two ladies makes people faint even if
they haven't already.

"There appeared a fragile looking young girl, not older than
twenty she was. Dressed as a sad clown, like that Italian Pierrot
I saw when I was a little boy, you know, her hair and face were
bleached, wearing a soft white pajama on her body. She looked
very sad but trying to smile, something in her eyes, you know,
hoping for the better...

Behind her stood a very large woman, a complete contrast of the
girl, she probably weighed three times more, not that I mind big
ladies, my own wife... yeah, you're right, officer, let's not
get distracted. So this big woman, she threw a carpet on the
ground and made the girl lay down, then stepped with her big foot on
the girl's belly, crushing it almost to the very ground. My eyes
went like that when she went on stepping all over her chest and
belly with both feet, but that pajama on the girl made it look
like she was a stuffed doll, not anything like a real human body,
you know?

I went through the war, you know, I've seen some horrors. This
one, I was expecting she'd vomit blood and die any moment, but
what do you know? The girl, her face was ecstatic, like, you
know, as if her boyfriend was on top of her doing things, not
that elephant of a woman crushing and trampling her. I realized I
couldn't move even if I wanted to, must be some kind of trance
like, you know, the substances that youngsters do nowadays... no
no, officer, I didn't try any substances myself, merely heard
about... just a random guy in a pub, officer, don't know anything
about him, but as you well said before, let's not get ourselves
distracted, eh?

So she was eventually made to stand up and loose her pajamas to
show off her skinny body without a single trace of an injury.
The big woman took some long black cords and began skillfully
wrapping them around the girl's body that was already suffocating
under layers of the tightest nylon. The cords strangled her even
more and buried so deep into her flesh that it looked like she's
gonna be sliced like butter at any moment into several pieces,
should the cords be pulled just a little bit more. After tugging
all the cords to the most suffocating tightness, that big cruel
woman made the girl begin a seductive dance.

Surprisingly, she was able to move quite well, although every
movement made her experience severe pressure over different sides
of her body. The girl took one last cord by herself, put it
around her small waist and began tugging on it while rolling
her hips like a bellydancer. She kept pulling harder and harder as
she continued to dance, cinching herself down to the very
backbone as if she had no internal organs in her belly. "Is she gonna
strangle herself to death?" I asked myself, my mind acting like
a prisoner of war, unable to help my body to flee away from
seeing this wickedness.

After rounding up her hips to the max, she wrapped the cord
tightly around the waist and tied its ends behind her back, so it
ended up looking like a very tight belt wrapped around her very
spine, with her skinny ribcage hanging over it and her rounded up
lower belly below. She then began rolling her hips in a slow,
most seductive manner, you know, because at first I didn't even
notice she had much in the hips department but now it made me go
wow... and then it started looking oddly hot, erotic almost, I
wasn't sure anymore if they were frightening me or what? I'm quite
aged but even I got such a bloody... yeah, I know, let's skip
that part.

So I suddenly heard people whistling and cheering, even though
not a single soul was next to me, but the girl's dance didn't
last for too long as the big woman brought an impossibly narrow
corset and wrapped it around the girl's waist, right over the
cords and nylon. Seemingly everything so far was just a preparation
for this final part. She was about to be squeezed into this
ridiculously tight, tube-like corset that appeared to be completely
incompatible with any human body whatsoever. This girl really
had no concept of blood flow or breathing that normal human beings
need to live... I mean back then I didn't know she was just a
ghost and I still think she looked way too real, I mean ghosts are
meant to be transparent? Well, she looked perfectly material, at
least to me!

With the best of her strength, the woman pulled the long laces
to their very limit and within a few minutes the
corset was fully closed without the slighest gap on the back! I
didn't know what else to think of what I was witnessing, I was pretty
sure that this time anything tighter would be physically
impossible, but then this woman brought steel belts and locked three of
them along the corset's tube-like stem with steel bolts. She
then used a special tool to tighten them up until these belts of
steel were also locked, pressuring the corset even more, beyond
what I thought was already beyond all limits. The girl ended up
having a stem for the waist, which was not wider than her arm, but
if you think she also had the corset, the cord and the nylon
underneath... I had no idea how she was holding up. Yet she walked
around quite normally, showing off that unreal, phantom-like
waist from every angle. Then the big woman put a dark hooded robe
on the girl and led her away into darkness...

They disappeared as abruptly as they appeared, and only then I
regained the control over my body but instead of following the
two, I walked away in the opposite direction as quickly as I
could."

Jack despite his relatively young age is a big criminal figure
in London, but very few of even his closest fellows know the
story of Jack's own figure, and that he was used to be a sideshow
artist in a bizarre freak circus where people did all kinds of
painful things to earn a penny. There he was good friends with a
man named Isaac, better known as Silver, who was also an artist
whose "talent" was to pierce his flesh with many long rapiers in
the most vital places.

Jack himself "specialized" in bearing the tightest constrictions
of his waist, it was something that the circus director wanted him
to do and Jack had to do it in fear of being tossed into the street
to die of starvation. Not that he wasn't starving either way, the
director wanted him to be "a boy with the thinnest waist". In the
latest shows of his circus career, his assistant would loop a rope
around Jack's waist and tie it to a horse that would be slowly
walked away to tighten Jack's oiled up waist until the horse
couldn't move any further. But one day some moron from the crowd
scared the horse on purpose and it almost completely sliced Jack
in two pieces. He had to lie in bed for several weeks and his
waist was scarred for life.

During his stay in bed, the circus director kept visiting him every
day, insisting that Jack must get back on stage as soon as
possible. Jack's condition was still very poor but the director was
really persistent... So Jack's friend, Silver, talked Jack into an escape
plan, saying that he knew a criminal who was in some sort of a dept
to Silver. Once the plan was settled, Silver caused a major havoc
in the circus camp, while the criminal helped Jack to escape...

Thus Jack became an errand boy for the criminals but the criminal
lifestyle let his natural charisma flourish very quickly and he soon
became more like a crime prince whose duty was to walk around
factories and other businesses, offering to various rich men the
protection of his "organization".

The years spent in the freak circus gave Jack that serious,
sick facial expression which worked so well to scare the
businessmen immediately, even though he wasn't even twenty
yet! He looked like a serious and frightening criminal in a young
man's body but perhaps only two or three people in the whole
world knew who he was used to be in the past and what he
suffered through to obtain this menacing expression...

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Mature Content

Noptra here was created by Aldric-Cheylan and it's been a while
I wanted to draw this alien so here he is and also in this illustration
he is older, just because I felt like trying to draw an older Noptra as
an experiment! ^o^

In a foreign part of the galaxy, called Orion, among many
planets of different social functions, there was a small planet that
was mostly used as a resort for Elit Orions. On this planet a
young alien lived, who was very poor and didn't even have a name,
but already worked as a masseur since he had not two but four
arms, so his species was known for being able to give wonderful
massages on the shoulders, spine, feet, breasts, syphills, and
even more intimate body parts. The latter type of massage captured
the attention of an Elit Orion, named Ikhal-Lak, who decided
that he might use such skillful hands at home, and so he took the
young masseur to his cruiser.

Ikhal-Lak decided to name this little alien Noptra, an anagram
for Trapon, the four-armed alien's mother planet. Noptra was
very happy to be taken care by this Elit Orion all of a sudden. He
was now having a great and peaceful life because he only had to
massage Ikhal-Lak and no longer had to deal with various weird
alien species, sticky, stingy, coruttle and otherwise odd.

Noptra was so grateful that he decided to share with his savior
some secret passions, in particular for the contortion art, and
managed to greatly surprise the Elit Orion with the flexibility
of his spinal column, limbs and breamlochs. So much, in fact,
that Ikhal-Lak began to use Noptra more and more often as a sexual
partner, which greatly pleased Noptra who always experienced a
high degree of compatibility with Ikhal-Lak's body.

Specially when Ikhal-Lak's bumpler dictimped right into the
freensuls of Noptra's scricter, his shrings fleemered so tourally
that even his little corric pectiously procuted and reveloped
through his unprode juregion. After the freyful mexing they'd often
splung over, completely axolated and remacrissed, and these
emannanations could specle for arills, as long as Ikhal-Lak's
graterte palmennals kept scisfing inside Noptra's biopen unserus.
And they could do it all fucking night!

Many years passed and Noptra matured a lot, his bridons
hardened and his tropianic exters much elongated, but Ikhal-Lak never
tried to replace him with someone younger. Even though his Elit
status allowed him to choose any partner he ever wanted, he
preferred to spend most of his time with his favorite partner, friend
and life's companion. Noptra himself had polished his Lingam and
Nuru techniques to perfection and became one of the greatest
masseurs, though Ikhal-Lak was the only one who had the privilege
to use his skills.

The lord of the rings and other things, Maulrath is the son of
the legendary demonic monster-fakir Kathaarz who dismembered
himself to a hundred pieces and gave each body part away to
different demons who took them to the furthest parts of the astral
realm for further torment, thus spreading his still alive body
across the entire Infernia.

One of his six testicles got in the claws of the demoness
Jugdasi who hammered the testicle into a pulp that was then used to
give birth to several imps who inherited some of the legendary
fakir's superpowers.

Jugdasi used to spoil her youngest, Maulrath, and would always
give him whatever he wanted: pins, needles, nails, skewers and
as many tight rings as he wanted for playing with his wasp-like
waist. He was shamelessly pampered and had all the pain he could
possibly dream of.

Maulrath loved to play all the time and in his room he had a
lot of tools for playing: big ones, sharp ones and heavy ones.
Despite that, he would keep dragging his mom to the shop and whine
that he wanted more tools, specially if something looked more
sophisticated and hurtful than what he already had.

His room was always a mess after playing and his mother used to
come after he'd fall asleep to clean up, put all the bowels and
organs back into his body and sew it up, realign his dislocated
bones and put him straight and flat on the bed if he managed to
twist himself beyond all repair. Even though demons had the
natural ability to regenerate their scars and wounds over night, it
didn't mean that the internal organs would jump back into the
body by themselves and she kept failing to explain this simple
fact to her son, that he must watch out and don't let his body fall
apart so much because one day she might not be there to help.
After patching him up, the demoness would kiss her child's wounds,
adjust his bed of nails and push him deeper into it to make sure
it's painful enough for him and then, satisfied, would leave him
to sleep and regenerate, hoping for him to have the worst
nightmares imaginable...

As the result of such parenting, Maulrath grew up into a
spoiled teen who'd walk in the street in whatever state he wanted and
run into adult demons to provoke them to beat him up. While
taking crushing blows deep into his severely cinched stomach, he
would further insult the adults by begging to be kidnapped and held
in a dungeon where they could do everything they wanted with his
flesh for months. Sometimes the enraged demons would tear his
head off for being so disgustingly spoiled but his mother Jugdasi
would always find him and patch him up to be better than before.

But there were sometimes elder demons who'd have compassion for
Maulrath and take him home to keep him as a slave for some time
and give him the worst of torment. Because it's only at the
oldest age that demons come to an understanding that you only live
once and so it's fine to sometimes indulge in what you really
enjoy. So what if he's already skinny to the bones, no demon has
died of starvation yet, so let him starve a little more so he
could enjoy spoiling his tiny waist with a few more metallic rings.
And when he sleeps on a bed of nails, why not cover him with a
massive stone plate for more discomfort...

But maybe his mother was overly protective of him, after all,
Maulrath didn't seem like he was growing to become a good guy, he
was evil enough for a demon and certainly very sadistic, so what
to worry about? Maybe he wouldn't become a second Kathaarz but
should everyone become legendary in Hell? It's also fine to be an
average self-abusing demon, so if he becomes the worst in the
district that's already enough to make his mom happy.

Policedemon using force against a thief in the street.

"That criminal looked suspicious. The officer was just doing
his job." The head of the Infernal Gendarmerie says.

This is just one of the cases of extreme police brutality in
nowadays Infernia. Cadets spend several years in the Infernal
Police Academy, learning the most indemonic interrogation methods
and atrocious ways of dealing with their fellow demons who break
the law, century after century effectively turning Infernia into
a second Angelea, where as we all know, it's impossible to move
a finger without making some guardian angel assume that you're
going to commit a sin.

Is that the kind of world our great forefather Lucifer fought
for? Or is Infernia falling a victim of angelic corruption? What
about our basic rights to commit any sin we want? Is this hell
or some fucking heaven? Where did go the Chaos we all know and
love?!

With these thoughts we leave our readers today, hoping for the
darker future for Infernia. Stay strong, brothers, sisters and
transisters, and let no light blind us!

TreasuresOfYunia is a series of full figure nudes combined
together with gemstones and probably other materials and things!
(Such as Soot...some treasure indeed XDD)

Soot usually sleeps inside houses of random people and let's be
honest about it, Soot can be a real bitch to clean. Good luck if
you decided to get rid of Soot! XD

Well, Soot actually doesn't have much positive to be said about
it, it mostly tends to form in chimneys connected to fireplaces,
for a while it's pretty harmless but a large deposit collected
inside a chimney can ignite and create a chimney fire. Hot stuff,
but also pretty dangerous.

So even though it's generally useless and even harmful
(long-term exposure to air pollution containing Soot increases the risk
of disease), still we can't deny Soot is really hot, in fact
Soot is theorized to be second-largest cause of global warming.

Needless to say nobody wants Soot, but almost everyone who has
to keep their village houses warm has to deal with it sooner or
later. But oh well, everyone's trash is always someone's
treasure, perhaps there is some great use for Soot that is yet to be
discovered...

TreasuresOfYunia is a series of full figure nudes combined
together with gemstones and probably other materials and things!
(Such as Sand XD)

Usually Sand is super calm like a resting cat, but sometimes
can rise into a sandstorm, dancing like there's no tomorrow,
binding and blinding everyone with its sheer awesomeness XD

Normally Sand is harmless and even useful to people, for
example if you take it home, clean it and manage to make it super hot,
you can actually turn it into something as nice as Glass! *w*

But one should be quite careful around the combinations of Sand
and Rock because those two together make a dangerous team,
specially when Rock is really big and has too many treacherous holes,
creating quicksand and Sand traps falling on your head inside
caves and blocking you! Its tight embrace actually can be quite
suffocating.

But by itself, Sand is the loveliest, warmest and softest thing
in the world. But it also has a tendency to get extremely hot
when exposed to the morning sunlight, so be careful.

But Sand doesn't have an easy life since everybody is stepping
on it. It's also quite unbelievable but some people even hate
it!

The Mad Nomads of the Great Desert really do hate Sand. They're
fans of Rock and think everything should be hard and manly like
Rock, while Sand is wicked and gay, too soft and effeminate to
be allowed to exist. They bear dreams of destroying all of Sand
across the entire desert one day...

They even have a whole Anti-Sand cult! What they do is have
this weird tradition of searching people's houses and if they find
any stashed Sand, they're grabbing it and throwing it off high
walls, hoping to hurt it. Of course that does absolutely nothing
to Sand but stay alert because if it falls on your head it might
do a few points of actual damage.

This tradition highly annoys the travellers, to the point that
the Overlord of Barbaria is promising to bomb the Mad Nomads
with thick and heavy carpets (so called "carpet bombing") if they
don't stop the meaningless violence.

What a sa(n)d story, huh? TwT But thankfully, Sand can be found
not only in the desert but pretty much everywhere in the world,
where people enjoy it and love it, finding all kinds of good
uses for it.

Sand can be soft or rough, depending on the size of its grains.
If you take some rough Sand home and keep grinding it every day,
in good hands it will become amazingly soft and pleasant over
time.