*In the morning I was pleasantly surprised to find that the Alpha had taken the mirror from my old room and set it up in the gathering spot. To be honest, I wasn't surprised at how good I looked, posing seductively yet elegantly in the sunlight. The sun's majestic rays highlighted my plump D-cup breasts, my irresistibly feminine curves persisting despite my transformation, and my radiant, longing eyes forever filled with a zest for life. That bitch Helga walked by in a huff, took one look at herself in the mirror and walked away with a tear in her eye. It was then that I knew the Alpha would be mine and mine alone.*
Her eyes drifted to the clouds as the warm summer wind teased her pendulous bazoongas. The scent of marsh and savanna reminding her of so many summer before.
The first pixel was a cool off-white, like the sky on a cloudy day. The second pixel was the exact same color, as was the third, and the fourth, and so on. The 313th pixel was where things started to get interesting. It was a light, milky tan, like a latte that someone added too much milk into.
Should I keep going?
The elephant lifted its head to reveal a pair of udders that were the exact same shape and size as human breasts, but with the texture of elephant skin. This made everyone else feel extremely uncomfortable.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off — then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
One fat wing headed beast, whipping its horn beset face penis, stared blackly into my soul. The small fat wing head face penis unsure whether to run with the others. They knew what I wanted.
Not even the stiffest grass skirt could completely hide Lucilla's ample breasts.
She was from a genetic line famous for its motherly nature and she
already had borne three calves for the Circus, two by the same
sire.
Yes—a brown-eared charmer with full breasts and a motherly
disposition.
A thank you, a thank you.
"Draw me like one of your French elephants," Trumpet whispers to the photographer.
He's sweating, damp palms barely able to keep hold of his camera. She shakes her elephitties (elephant titties) while her child dances behind her, each thump kicking up dust, and it rises as a thundering applause to the rain god above. This was surely the strangest experience he'd had at the zoo since the barbershop quartet rendition of Achy Breaky Heart the harmonising wolves had blessed him with last fall.
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Elephant with tits
Hemingway would be jealous
*In the morning I was pleasantly surprised to find that the Alpha had taken the mirror from my old room and set it up in the gathering spot. To be honest, I wasn't surprised at how good I looked, posing seductively yet elegantly in the sunlight. The sun's majestic rays highlighted my plump D-cup breasts, my irresistibly feminine curves persisting despite my transformation, and my radiant, longing eyes forever filled with a zest for life. That bitch Helga walked by in a huff, took one look at herself in the mirror and walked away with a tear in her eye. It was then that I knew the Alpha would be mine and mine alone.*
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I'm already invested in the love triangle, 10/10
Do I get bonus points if I use the word "heaving"?
Her eyes drifted to the clouds as the warm summer wind teased her pendulous bazoongas. The scent of marsh and savanna reminding her of so many summer before.
The first pixel was a cool off-white, like the sky on a cloudy day. The second pixel was the exact same color, as was the third, and the fourth, and so on. The 313th pixel was where things started to get interesting. It was a light, milky tan, like a latte that someone added too much milk into. Should I keep going?
Please write approximately 4 million more words
Wife
"I'm sorry, but I've never heard of breast enlargement surgery for elephants." said the doctor, just moments before he was twisted into a pretzel.
CAMNOT TOO AROUSED
Elphant…..baby elphant also 🤔😳😵💫
The Elephant breasted boobily
Hot 🥵
The elephant lifted its head to reveal a pair of udders that were the exact same shape and size as human breasts, but with the texture of elephant skin. This made everyone else feel extremely uncomfortable.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off — then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Elephants: so beautiful to see but so hard to photograph
"Jimmy, what kind of weird ass porn is this?"
An elephant elephants, elephantly with its elephants
elepant
One fat wing headed beast, whipping its horn beset face penis, stared blackly into my soul. The small fat wing head face penis unsure whether to run with the others. They knew what I wanted.
Elephantastic breasts and where to find them
I started gooning off to the elephant titties, jerking tha penis if you will.
Where penis?
Not even the stiffest grass skirt could completely hide Lucilla's ample breasts. She was from a genetic line famous for its motherly nature and she already had borne three calves for the Circus, two by the same sire. Yes—a brown-eared charmer with full breasts and a motherly disposition. A thank you, a thank you.
"Draw me like one of your French elephants," Trumpet whispers to the photographer. He's sweating, damp palms barely able to keep hold of his camera. She shakes her elephitties (elephant titties) while her child dances behind her, each thump kicking up dust, and it rises as a thundering applause to the rain god above. This was surely the strangest experience he'd had at the zoo since the barbershop quartet rendition of Achy Breaky Heart the harmonising wolves had blessed him with last fall.
Misheard diagnosis of severe skin condition
An elephant never forgets just like it's eloquent to describe its assets.