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Name: Domena Socobin Species: Demon-Human Height: 5'11" to 7'2" Weight: 104 lbs to 258 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Yellow/green Domena is an incarnate demon who has ended up in the Human world due to an unfortunate (fortunate?) mishap. In her world, she was a researcher into teleportation, which was quickly becoming the favored means of travel in the Demon world. When someone in the Human world invented a teleportation device of their own, however, she was able to intercept the stream and send people from one world to another. On one of her 'expeditions' into the Human world, Domena realized that many Humans considered her very attractive in a pr

John opened the door to the stable ever so slightly, so that only a thin ray of dim, rain-soaked moonlight shone through. Through the crack in the door, he saw Rella sitting on the straw, hunched over and trembling. "Rella?" he whispered. At the sound of his voice, she turned her head. Only part of her face was visible in the thin light, but her eyes met his, and he saw that she was weeping. She realized he could see her expression, and turned away quickly. He opened the door just enough so that he could slip through, and slowly walked up to her. Looking up at her face, he couldn't help but feel moved. Rella was the latest addition to thei

Misty looked at the Pokéblock's wrapper. It was marked as usual; nothing particularly strange about it from the looks of it. What was strange was the fact that she seemed to be expanding at an astonishing rate. Her shirt was now barely able to contain her swelling breasts, which were now practically resting on top of her huge tummy. And her shorts were now really starting to constrict her rear; she would have taken them off, if not for the fact that they were too tight to pull down. Misty took a deep breath, and took stock of the situation. Her breasts, while obviously bigger and heavier, weren't any rounder or firmer; in fact, they were qu

Misty awoke with a start. She was lying back on the couch, with the now-empty bowl of Poffin parts lying upended on the floor in front of her. Evidently, she'd dozed off. She frowned as she realized that her clothes had gotten twisted around her while she'd been sleeping, rather uncomfortably. As she adjusted them, she still felt like they were too constricting. Sighing, she unbuttoned her shorts, which seemed to do the trick. It wasn't like anyone else was here, so she could at least have some privacy. Misty frowned at what she saw; her stomach was slightly bloated, poking a bit over the waistband of her panties. So this is it, she thought

Misty hung up her phone and sighed. Two days, and no word. Ash had promised to be there for her birthday party, but he hadn't shown up, and he wasn't answering his phone. Sure, Brock was there, but he wasn't much fun to talk to. Suddenly, she was startled by her phone ringing. The number didn't look familiar, but she picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi, Misty! Happy birthday!" Misty knew the voice, and sighed. It was Ash all right. "Ash, my birthday was two days ago!" "I know, I'm sorry! I've just been so busy...how old are you now, eighteen?" She bit her lip. While his not even remembering her age was annoying, at least he had guessed younger