The Super Tiny Ultimate Supreme Royalty Princess

The Super Tiny Ultimate Supreme Royalty Princess Pageant was the first of it's kind - a competition for fetuses. Moms went to extraordinary lengths to dress the girls in utero. The
dads just sat and watched, hoping that their fetuses didn't end up as boys. The women past the three-month mark were required to announce the gender, praying for
rain, so that they could be delayed from the doctor who would've surely leaked the information to the press anyways. Gender was such a sticky situation, with Male, Female, and
Other. The Other category had been slowly creeping up in the past few censuses and this wasn't going unnoticed by the authorities. Some blamed the water. Some blamed the media. Und
erneath it all, the Troll just laughed. He had tainted the water with his seed. Those 'other' babies were his. Sleeper agents for another age. For now, he waited under his bridge
to madison county had finally rewound. The troll did not have DVD's yet and that old people romance really go him hard, which made it easier to spunk in the river, the bathers woul
d never catch me now. This however proved to be false as I was soon swallowed by a whale. "Damn it I'm not Jonah" I thought. The belly of a whale is very wet. Not fun.
Unlike the svelte lady-parts of a young human female, which are both wet AND fun. Ahh, what I wouldn't have given to be rescued from my current predicament by a good-looking
cockerspaniel. A fine breed. I remember when I was a young man and I had a cocker named Dimples. We called her that because of the two dimples located squarely on her
bark. You've never heard a dimpled bark before? It's like a regular bark but it could wear a sundress and make your heart flutter, as you doodle in your trapper keeper.

Started: 2011-02-06 23:20:59
Finished: 2011-07-29 12:23:37

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