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