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Ripped Through Time Chapter 1 “What do you mean you don’t see the project as viable?” In disbelief, Harriet Whitlock looked at the BPT board members’ faces one after the other, scouring them pleadingly for answers. She found none except resentment. They had given her time to present her case for her invention, but they deemed it not worth the risk. “You’re the Bureau of Progressive Technologies. What isn’t progressive about my invention?” she asked, pushing her eyeglasses over her nose. “It is not a case of its lack in progressiveness,” one board member mentioned. They could see Harriet was particularly distraught by this news, this major setback. After spending so long working on the theorem aspect of her invention, proving it could not only exist but also work, who wouldn’t feel that way? “Rather, how dangerous it could be in the hands of the wrong people.” Harriet scoffed. ‘In the hands of the wrong people’ played back in her head on a loop. She would put protective measures in
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More than a Wish
James was all in with my new program of lifting five days a week and doing cardio the other two. I found the routine comforting. After just a few weeks, noticeably rounded bicep peaks formed on my arms, a sheath of muscle on my legs, and more rounded firm glutes. James had always been obsessed with my tits but now he made me flex my biceps and cupped his hand over them to feel the muscles jump. “I never would have guessed that smaller breasts would turn me on like yours do but what little you’ve lost in flesh, you’ve added in muscle, and then some. When you flex, I can see the striations in your chest,” he caressed my chest with one hand and gently rubbed his pants with the other. I giggled and pulled away from him to start getting ready for the gym. I knew where this was headed, but didn't mind teasing him a little first. I swayed my hips in an exaggerated fashion and could almost feel his eyes scrutinizing the swells of my glutes. Recently, my body, and more specifically my
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The third (and final) part of the story about Ian and Krstl. Krstl is an incredibly strong and muscular princess from the year 13225, who has travelled back to our time to find a weapon. Here are the other parts: 
I am happy this series is finished too. Two more to go!
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The future princess, 1
The highway was dark and deserted and I was feeling gloomy. That weekend I had visited my parents with several bits of bad news. I was falling behind in my business studies and I was seriously considering changing to another course, maybe even at another college. Also, Melanie and I had broken up.
Of course, my parents weren’t happy with both issues. My mother showed her compassion with our break-up, but my father was annoyed because Mel is the oldest daughter of Tim DeWinter, the richest man in our town. I have always suspected my father of being a little bit of a snob. He threatened to stop paying my expenses.
With the music playing softly, I let my mind wander about Melanie, my study course and the fraternity theme party I had promised to organize. There were only ten days left, everybody had been invited, but I still had no idea what to do with it.
I saw a flash in the distance ahead of me. I didn’t remember weather forecasts about thunderstorms, but I slowed down a bit
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The future princess, 2
The next day, I had to get more groceries. It seemed that Krstl could eat endless amounts of food. She had completely emptied the fridge and told me to get more. “Bring me ten bags of those smoked ham crisps!”
When I came home I found her in my room, flipping through some magazines she had found under my bed.
“Hey! You can’t just walk into my room!”
“I can do whatever I want,” she arrogantly replied. “Like this.” She lifted my bed with one hand. “Maybe you should lock your door next time, than I can have some fun reducing it to splinters.” She put the bed back on the floor, upside down.
I tried to snatch the magazines from her hand, but she lifted me into the air with one arm, sat down on the bed and leafed through a magazine with her other hand. “Why do you hide these girls under your bed? Do you like girls with few clothes on?”
I clawed at her arm. “Those are the most muscular female bodybuilders in t
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I am happy this series is finished too. Two more to go!
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soooooo many questions.