Since the day I met him, I've been raising my own little pet. It used to be that I think he'd notice, every now and then, after all those years together. If he didn't approve of it, he never showed it. There were times where I even suspected he enjoyed that I kept it around, nurturing it, even if he was reluctant to acknowledge it. Perhaps he pretended to ignore it, a small bit of narcissism clamoring that there was nothing I could love equally to him. I suppose, in a way, that it was true that I showed more affection for him than my beast. I always fed them equally, and generously at that. And whenever I showered my beast with affection, he
One bite couldn’t hurt, right? Master surely wouldn’t miss one bite, would she?
Rori wanted to say the thought justified the way he longingly stared at the three-tiered marvel. It was a simple affair, white frosting all over the outside with alternating purple and golden icing lining the upper and lower corners of each level. Master, or Cake as he so often heard her referred to as, had some kind of celebration coming up. She was out for the morning, but the other guy who lived with her had brought in the delectable monstrosity shortly afterwards. It was easily taller than the blonde little catboy. And if he had to guess, it was w
Hi there. Let me guess: you, like so many before you, are wondering how I got so massive in just a few years, aren’t you? Don’t look so surprised. A little mind-reading is a parlor trick for even the most novice of actual magicians. Of course, I didn’t need to take a peek, not when you’re wearing that familiar, gawking expression. You know, that look of utter disbelief that that wisp of a girl you knew suddenly reappearing at two, maybe three times her size deserves. It’s not a look to be embarrassed about. Honestly, my size is one of the easiest of the changes I’ve experienced to get used to. But back to
Another day, another unfortunately long day at work. You let the door to your girlfriend’s place click shut as quietly as you could. There were a number of things to be said for being with her, the collective hours saved driving from her house to your job instead of from your dingy old apartment, and the affections that she was so fond of lavishing on you where before you just had a few empty rooms. Most guys you knew would’ve probably been dissatisfied with a relationship where they weren’t the breadwinner. You weren’t so against it, since what you brought to the relationship compared to what she did didn’t matt
“Ready, Sakuya?” I shook my shoulders, loosening them up just a bit. I was going to need it.
“Please, shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?” Where I was squaring up my stance, she was simply letting herself sway in place, shifting herself fluidly while giving me no indication how she was going to tackle this. I didn’t let the relaxation of her posture fool me, though. Her fuzzy, rounded, white ears were perked up atop her head. We hadn’t even begun, and she was already on her guard. The pale braid of her long hair mimicked the serpentine motions of her thin tail, a little pair of pendulums beh
Since the day I met him, I've been raising my own little pet. It used to be that I think he'd notice, every now and then, after all those years together. If he didn't approve of it, he never showed it. There were times where I even suspected he enjoyed that I kept it around, nurturing it, even if he was reluctant to acknowledge it. Perhaps he pretended to ignore it, a small bit of narcissism clamoring that there was nothing I could love equally to him. I suppose, in a way, that it was true that I showed more affection for him than my beast. I always fed them equally, and generously at that. And whenever I showered my beast with affection, he
One bite couldn’t hurt, right? Master surely wouldn’t miss one bite, would she?
Rori wanted to say the thought justified the way he longingly stared at the three-tiered marvel. It was a simple affair, white frosting all over the outside with alternating purple and golden icing lining the upper and lower corners of each level. Master, or Cake as he so often heard her referred to as, had some kind of celebration coming up. She was out for the morning, but the other guy who lived with her had brought in the delectable monstrosity shortly afterwards. It was easily taller than the blonde little catboy. And if he had to guess, it was w
Hi there. Let me guess: you, like so many before you, are wondering how I got so massive in just a few years, aren’t you? Don’t look so surprised. A little mind-reading is a parlor trick for even the most novice of actual magicians. Of course, I didn’t need to take a peek, not when you’re wearing that familiar, gawking expression. You know, that look of utter disbelief that that wisp of a girl you knew suddenly reappearing at two, maybe three times her size deserves. It’s not a look to be embarrassed about. Honestly, my size is one of the easiest of the changes I’ve experienced to get used to. But back to
Another day, another unfortunately long day at work. You let the door to your girlfriend’s place click shut as quietly as you could. There were a number of things to be said for being with her, the collective hours saved driving from her house to your job instead of from your dingy old apartment, and the affections that she was so fond of lavishing on you where before you just had a few empty rooms. Most guys you knew would’ve probably been dissatisfied with a relationship where they weren’t the breadwinner. You weren’t so against it, since what you brought to the relationship compared to what she did didn’t matt
“Ready, Sakuya?” I shook my shoulders, loosening them up just a bit. I was going to need it.
“Please, shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?” Where I was squaring up my stance, she was simply letting herself sway in place, shifting herself fluidly while giving me no indication how she was going to tackle this. I didn’t let the relaxation of her posture fool me, though. Her fuzzy, rounded, white ears were perked up atop her head. We hadn’t even begun, and she was already on her guard. The pale braid of her long hair mimicked the serpentine motions of her thin tail, a little pair of pendulums beh
Fattening Landscapes: The Frosting Fields (BBWXWG) by ExtraBaggageClaim, literature
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Fattening Landscapes: The Frosting Fields (BBWXWG)
(What's in this? A fantasy explorer explores magically fattening landscapes, one at a time! Link to the first story in the description! Just a note: This one gets weirder.) Site Three: The Frosting Fields I am Mary Camretti, explorer extraordinaire, and I now set out to what may very well be the most ancient of the many locations I will visit. The magics which created this place were first cast at least three centuries ago—and likely far far sooner by some anecdotal evidence. There is a simple question that I set out with: If this is, as the reports suggest, a well known and recorded phenomena large enough to cover several dozen, if not hundred kilometers, why is this not a site of great civilization? A locale such as the rumoured Frosting Fields, if true, should be an infinite food source to prop up civilization. The preliminary research I did, reading a few dozen books taken from the Adventure League’s prime headquarters while on the long airship ride to the distant Northeast
“I would just like to say I completely told you so.”
Jonathan’s Cheshire grin greeted Sandra as he and just about everyone else on campus stepped outside the last class for the semester. A crisp breeze toyed with a few strands of the fox-boy’s brown hair while he shivered and his tail bristled. The sight was kind of amusing to Sandra, her lover zipping up an oversized jacket and rubbing his arms while she stood there comfortably, her silver coat better acclimated to the weather. The matching parka she wore provided the adequate buffer to ignore the chill wind, a playful smirk dancing upon her lips as Jonathan got to h
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Name: To my coworkers and other formal relations, the tendency is to refer to me as "Harder" (Terrible last name for being in the military.)
Sign: Scorpio
Average hours of sleep: 6
Lucky number: Luck is arbitrary. Numbers have very little to do with it that's set in stone.
Last thing I googled: How to permanently disable update to Windows 10.
Favorite fictional character: I know too many to pick a favorite. :A :
What are you wearing right now?: Clothes, if you can believe it.
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